My favourite fruit, that awful suit
A sun that sets, the stars that shoot
My cowardice, that shy first kiss
Champagne we share, your hair your hair

My first beach ball, boots in the hall
An old tile roof, the leaves that fall
My beating heart, your thighs apart
Birth mark on hips, your lips your lips

My swimming pool, canapy cool
A sky so vast, in sea we’d fool
My morbid mood, by night we wooed
Drowning in sighs, your eyes your eyes