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The Log Flume
The log flume
The door is always open for young hopefuls like you
An idea of paradise with cocktails and a house with a view
A Garden of Eden with oranges and apples growing are just a few
In to the night you will go looking seeking searching for that girl to subdue
In to the night you will find sexual enlightenment then one day you knew
I need someone who understands me and will want love that is totally true
The door closes behind and you are in the depths of a relationship that grew and grew
Suddenly you’re not in charge anymore because you only desire the only fruit
You are addicted to a person who you think loves you and this is a clue
A horrible truth is that you wanted everything too soon and she’s left you for a man who plays the bassoon
Now you wished you’d stayed single and you cry every time they play your tune
You will not find again you think that fruit that passed your lips like champagne in bloom
You then realize there are many doors to open and that is a wondrous colourful emotional log flume
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Peter Kiggin
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