Jasmine Dreams
Oh, I’m going to meet you
my fair Yasmin I’ll hug you, 'till you laugh
Oh, I’d want to meet you in mad Mumbai,
beneath the orange sky
If I could I bring with me a ticket or three
I’d wrap you up, the kids in tow
I’d take you home with me.
We’d turn our backs on the city life on men
we’d find a place where we’d be safe
a place where writers blend
beneath a sky of blue
We women four would grow and grow
we’d be most famous you’d see
cause there’s nothing to compare
to show I care, than to have you here
Yasmin.
Debbie Guzzi
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