Is true love a trip to Chinatown. Or being held in one's opium gaze. Under the peach trees. There I'll sit and wait Is true love a long walk through Bryant park. Or being held in the month of May
Oh man, feel so nice. That was a long cold night. But then the sun came out to thaw the ice Open the window man to smell the peach blossom. The tiger lily, the merry-gold. Oh look at her, she's
