I'D LIKE TO MEET YOU WHEN I'M DEAD
When I’m dead and gone, I like to meet you,
When death comes to you just remember this,
Think about the place we shall abide in,
Imagine even there we could French kiss.
Will you still have your alluring black eyes?
Will, I still have my big tummy and stay bald,
Expecting more beautiful things than yesteryear,
Should we enjoy our company and be enthralled?
I like to meet you when I’m dead and gone,
With a bouquet of roses and a bottle of champagne,
I hope we enjoy the sweet scent of the nights,
And may we have a whispering sensual campaign.
Will you still keep kissing my head on the pillow?
Will I stay awake so that your alluring body I’ll touch?
When we are dead, my love, shall we make love as usual?
Will I be able to keep my heart loving you so much?
My love these constant thoughts consumes my mind,
They absorb me and brings me much closer to you,
This love I have for you is a beacon that shines forever,
All I can conclude is that my words are tried and true.