Je ne Sais Fas

I never promised a bed of roses,
For you, the pedal goes to the mat.
All I ask is that you love me,
My dear. I have done just that.
Sweet love never loses its innocence,
There is an ideal when love is true.
We realize the fantasy others crave,
In a love that's both old and new.
Everest is love that's well made,
The thrill is one in spirit and flesh.
We're as inseparable as his and hers,
In a who's who of synchro-mesh.
In love with love amidst stormy seas,
The Admiral owes it to navigation.
Don't ask me to understand you,
It loses it in the translation.

WAYNE MANNION
PLATINUM BULLET LYRICS