How is Jamaica?
I can see it now...
You are lying on the beach...surrounded by beautiful women
In a drunken stupor
But while you are sitting there...
Drunk out of your mind
Do any thoughts of me pop into your head?
Any thoughts of us?
Because you...since you have been gone...have been running through my mind nonstop
But how can I expect that from you...?
Once again it is all wishful thinking...

06/10/2000

Posted on 10/10/2001
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