Sweet Chilean Brown!

In her presence There was the usual 'I love you' sentence And if I have to make reference What I felt for her was without pretense Getting together again was a mutual decision Kissing and love-making was a daily exhibition I remember when we lay in front of the television Speaking about individual and collective visions Sweet Chilean Brown! Gone is my number one fan Sweet Chilean Brown! Yes! Yes! She took off and ran Sweet Chilean Brown! Yes! Yes! She ran off with another man! Years ago there were those signs That stated she will never be mine But I opened the same door I ought to have locked before The beginning of madness While my story ends with sadness What is it about love? What is it about her? Or what is it about me That makes me think I can set myself free? In a world full of rules and numerous fools I should have just allowed her fantasy to be For love is what you feel in-depth and physically see Sweet Chilean Brown! I think of her without a frown Sweet Chilean Brown! Call me a clown wearing a cloudy gown Sweet Chilean Brown! Yes! Yes! Twice she wore my crown! Why did she bother to get in touch? Telling me she loved me so much So many years had come and gone But she still knew how to turn me on As the past enveloped to a present of fun Today I sit absorbed in my fairy tale Reading and thinking over our old emails The smell of her hair still lingers near Her poetic writing is ever so enlightening Her smile regularly captivates me for a while Is love forever? Or is love disguised as very clever? Can you love again someone from your past? And will that kind of love really, really last Sweet Chilean Brown! Gone is my number one fan Sweet Chilean Brown! Yes! Yes! She took off and ran Sweet Chilean Brown! Yes! Yes! She ran off with another man!