My life is built on a plaster of gold,
Born with a silver spoon and a rubber plate,
With d sun smiling at me with vexation,
The depth of this out growing love I can’t stand,
Bluffing, surfing, grousing d sounds d parrot make,
You’re like a rose flower, blooming in the sun,
The sight of you I can’t stand,
Your smiles put me a million miles away,
Don’t torment me like that,
For love is the sober friend I never had,
You the reasoning the parrot sings.
You are the love I never had, my lost spoon.