Kimberly
Kimberly, my pretty brunette
With eyes of wild lynx,
She reassures me, she is a girl from the Bush
She saw snakes
Slip into his bed,
She saw kangaroos
Walk into his living room,
She reassures me, this Bush’s girl,
She’s braver, more virile
May be that the sailors of Saint Malo,
Kimberly, my pretty Brunette,
This girl saw Tasmania,
Nothing surprises her anymore,
Not my books, not my mouth,
Not my travels, not my hands,
She knew everything, the Bush’s girl,
I wouldn’t be afraid to marry her.
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