I am looking for a pirates' ship.
To come and sweep me off my feet.
Then I leave this ocean of bore,
They can take me to a sandy shore.
I will ask them to drop me at a port called Buenos Aires,
I will take the best looking one, teach him how to tango, and how to dress:)
In time I will forget my own name
In time he will shave the beard and be tame
In time I will have it all love, money and fame
But for now, I have to work, how lame..
what a shame...
who is to blame?
the very bad and very bored poet.