On a fair December night, she quietly comes wa ltzing by,
Holding my arms with a blue tie, it indicates a clear clue of sunshine,
That the winter rolls over, spring saying Hi.
London is a city of paranoid, children and dads,
They see me drunk on a tree with flower bed,
‘Cause I failed to seek love, nearly paranoid,
There was a day when the hail lashing down on my head,
Her image swirling with swallows and a kite.
A Chinese goldfish, swiftly dashes around for her pie,
It’s my heart reflected on signs of amyloid.
Act II
In a suit like the one Gregory Peck wears,
I set off a trip to look for her, my Audrey Hepburn,
Though not in the city of Roma, albeit the same sky.
Dreamer dreams of kicking off a fight as an FBI
Her finger tingles, scratched by bullets with fire, leaving wounds bare.
Aha, Mafia, Casanova, all dead in the end, - works of her heroic act.
Snow falls, jingle bells, Santa smiles, she muses over,
Memories of the days being Dreamer, kids
Around the corner, cuddle with each other, merr y Christmas picture.