After The Party, I Woke Up On A Tropical Island
After the party, I woke up on a tropical island
My vision wasn’t so clear and so my mind
I’ve heard a new music, I couldn’t understand
All I knew, everything was no longer aligned.
With tattered clothes and scratches on my body
I screamed and shook the man next to me
Still sleeping holding two empty bottles of whisky
I cried, “Honey, wake up! Where are we?”
I remembered, we’ve partied all night
A batch farewell to welcome our new flight
We ate, danced and sang karaoke on the beach
Then sailed, with free boat, one partner each.
While sailing, we sang the owl and the pussycat,
When a storm came, we lost our track
Our boat capsized…a wreckage… then what?
In that foreign tropical island came our best luck!
A tribe came singing and dancing around us,
They thought we were gifts from their gods
They offered us foods, fruits, garlands, plus
Bars of gold, precious stones… I was so glad!
We were kept in the heart of a forest, a paradise
I was like a queen, a leader gowned in white
They were too kind, loving and extremely nice
Gave us grandiose wedding, what a great delight!
But we’ve missed our loved ones, family and home
We bid goodbye, not happy with treasures alone
They built us beautiful raft and we sailed soon
That night when the sea was calmed by the full moon.
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