Brighter than a gold coin from years prior
Hotter than fire
A stolen Finnish knife is less risky
Than your glance of desire
Beneath cold, gypsy sunlight we'll retire
'Till dawn transpires
Paintings on the water and whiskey
Comprise all we require

I stole you from your parents, so they say
I stole you from your girlfriends, too
So I wouldn't have to share you, my love
And let go when night fades to blue

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