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It`s wishful thinkingIt`s always wishful thinking, uh huhIt`s wishful thinkingIt`s always wishful thinking, and uhCHORUSI used to know this girl as fly as SaturdaysAnd every time she smiled my way like honey to meI would hold my heart as well as my hopes backFor fear of how she would have reactedIf I was to express how I was attractedTo her spectacular bosoms and vacular(?) amenitiesAnd every time I would see her ever-so-beautiful figure walking the earthIt would just confuse meMaking me woozyBut I kept my mouth shutI figured putting myself in such a position of vulnerabilityWould just give her the power to either lose me or abuse meSo in the dark I stoodSkylarking I would ponder on what ifBut the what-ifs would have been solvedIf I wasn`t so chicken-shit to get involvedIn these matters of the heartBut that`s all in the past andShe`s gone leaving me gasping while askingI wonder if I`ll ever have another chanceWonder if I`ll have another danceA change in my circumstanceTo romance from wishful thinkingIt was a day like this when we met in 1993She came up to me whispering something like sunshineWhile I was in lineAt the festival which couldn`t compareTo the festivities of her beautyI moved our conversation fromName into hobbyHobby into visionsVisions to envisioning the two of us meeting up againIf she would just pick the time and placeThe way our eyes embracedSublime troubles bits and based in an ideal songI looked into her face and saw my future was less than perfect placementOur worries were kept in the basementEither that or the atticThere would be no staticIn our living roomMy mind mapped out the blueprintsConsuming each other`s thoughts in the dining roomRomance would be placed in the bedroomIlluminated with joy and perfumeTribulations would be hung in the kid`s roomFurnished with laughter after our lives were situatedAnd financially elevatedOur house would be decorated in colours and feelings I`ve only seen indreamsBut was never able to describeI felt all of thisBut didn`t know how to subscribeTo her interestsYou know how first impressions areCatalogues that come with no index, appendix, or bibliographiesJust a table of contents for us to guess atChoose a chapter and hopefully it works for youWe agreed that our time shared was pleasurableAnd that we should rendez-vousI attached the idea of exchanging numbersSo again I could see herShe smiled, sunbeam so warmI was blinded by her glareMeanwhile mesmerized by the magnificent mana she seemed to bearThen said she would be back at the festival tomorrowAnd to meet right here(Like, right here in this particular spot?)CHORUSNow I had expected a no-showKept on checking the time on my wrist-matchThen felt a elbow nudge me from the backWhen I turned around and she was top-notchSmelling like butterscothWhen trying to speakI was too shockedAll blocked up in my voice-boxI just stood there and smiledShe took my hand, manoeuvred me through the crowdI hung on like a childThat`s a security blanket for dear lifeWe rounded the bin whereShe took me into her boothShe was a vendor, visual artist, a poetWho loved to work with the youthSaid what attracted her to me was my auraSeemed to bear truthfulnessIn a world full of filthinessAnd hearts swallowed up into emptinessNot in the exact words but I said the sameWe sat there all day in the shade talkingBoredom never cameI told her about my musicI said I wanted to use it to touchUse it to travel around the world sharing my views on such and suchAnd finally to clutch a point in time where I could say that I was happyOwn a business, have a wife and some children to call me pappyNodding her head she smirked and said she knew our ideas would work andagainNot in the exact words but I said the sameEvening quickly arrived and I had to goIt was the last day of the festivalSmiling she said she was glad I cameA pen was pulledI supplied the paperNumbers were exchangedWe both stood up and showed love in the form of a hugAnd went our separate waysI remember them vividly in my memoryThose yesterdaysCHORUSShe held delightful conversations over the phoneWith a mouthful of words thatWhen were said made you feel like you wereWorth something more than just flesh and boneTaking up space and timeOur discussions raced the mindForever building, healing, exchanging ideasDrilling to the core of what we were here forHow to communicate with ancestors andWhy we as people deserved moreFrom equal rights, revolutionary fights to spiritual insightShe even shot over to the house and gave me a cooking lesson one nightIt was nothing fancyRice and beans seasoned with a side order of plantainelsThe table was lit with candlesWe sat juxtaposed and stood out the windowsTo gaze at the starsI said let`s make a wish on that reddish oneShe was like "Fool, that`s Mars!"Then mapped out all the celestial bodies from the little dipper up to thequasarsAnd finally picked oneWe closed our eyes and made a wishBut I substituted my wish for hopeAnd it still wasn`t enough to anchor us downYou see hope holds just a little bit more weight than a wishAnd my wish turned hope then swishAnd my time was too short on the reboundThe clock countdown was to my disadvantageAnd I`m not the type to come with full-court pressureSo my game`s ?In her eyes I was tucked away and forgottenAnd all my plottin` to win this girlToo small to be measuredAnd so now all I have to treasure is my wishful thinking

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