And back I
Am at the
Drawing board creating
My Prince Charming
Sometimes I think
That love has
Passed me by
Like an empty
Postbox that I’ll
Never feel the
Saturating rain of
Affection like Sahara
That I’m destined
To dream like
A sleepy child
And back I
Am at the
Drawing board creating
My Prince Charming
Sometimes I think
That love has
Passed me by
Like an empty
Postbox that I’ll
Never feel the
Saturating rain of
Affection like Sahara
That I’m destined
To dream like
A sleepy child