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Tropical Loveland

I met a dreamy man I fell for
who lives in the city. Going to plays,
movies, dinner, too many people and
all the traffic, hustle and bustle.

Oh, baby I want to take you to a place.
Tropical Loveland. Where it will
be just you and me. He needed a break
from his executive job and so did I.

On his private yacht we left and sailed
for the open sea. Come to my Loveland,
wander along, beautiful garden full of
flowers and song. Beaches and sand.

Seagulls flying around, waterfalls and
quiet surroundings. We found love and made
love. It was a three day weekend but we go
here once a month and every vacation we get.

When one of us feel down and need to be alone,
I say: "Won't you come to my land? Tropical
Love Land." We go to our Paradise and we
are so happy here. This island belongs to us.