Costa Rica
Costa Rica
In Puerto Lemon I met a girl, back then there were
many girls in Puerto Lemon, only she wasn’t of them,
she was the daughter of the harbour master
And she had class. I knew the harbour master well and
it was at his home I met her.
We had dinner, to my dismay it was alcohol-free
so many people at the table uncles,
and I don’t know and under my deep tan I was
in a permanent state of blushing,
shyness and timidity have always been my let down.
after dinner we walked in the park we held hands
and behind us her family.
A chaste kiss by the door, shaking hands, I was,
I think accepted.
And the girl, well, she had beautiful eyes but had
the odour of a nunnery and soft drinks.
I hasten to the nearest bar and drank rum & coke,
I met a girl there she also had lovely eyes.
Someone told the harbour master who didn’t think
I was suitable suitor, and his daughter had cried,
once again, I had lost a chance to be respectable
in Costa Rica.
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