Where do you go to my lovely? To buy a
frozen orange juice and then splash the waves on the beach. Then (under the water) I'll rescue you and you'll rescue me...wow, hot! But where will you go to when you're alone in you're bed? We were both children begging in rags, now you're with the Aga Khan, and I'm here now forgotten forever (or am I?). But that's the other song. I love both but the image of frozen orange juice at the beach on a hot day is hard to beat.
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