I heard you got bluish-greenish turquoise eyes
Like the forest and the sea combined
I heard you move like a Mediterranean wave
Then I want to be permanently your love slave
I can tell your voice is really a gentle overtone
Can we talk everyday over the phone?
Redhead, redhead and cherry
Fancy a pie of strawberry?
You are far from being perfect
But if the angels do exist
They are jealous of your scent
No doubt you will be the actress
Who will win that beloved golden Oscar
With your talent and your hair as your tactics
Sergio Calle Llorens