And they came all blueberry cranberry blackberry cherry
and I remained dumbfounded whom to pop and whom to marry
worry and merry like tom and jerry
in a flurry to life`s golden galarie
and I went on choosing a perfect french for my calvary
Britanny my red carpet strawberry
Left mrs discreet and right miss discrete in ferry
my rubber is perplexed where to serry
Then an old pal Sherry called on from Banbury
telling she knows a single mom gooseberry to take my Cadbury
But women made always my life ghetto like
the syllables of sonnetina rispetto telling tales of Canterbury
I forgot the smell of the last woman apart her perfume that was Burberry
In Moscow in a disco where life gave me lemons for my vodka
She was part Skerryvore, daughter of an equerry
I told her sorry back in my lanes of memory
and I went on choosing a perfect french for my calvary
my whirry loneliness in Britanny my red carpet strawberry
Midway in life when am showman no more I need not whirry
No more darling Harry for Perry, Kerry, furry and slurry
I know I will count diamonds again in the sky and I will lie to myself if agony comes relying on my boy self, my butterfly selfie and my hand cooked curry
But I will always have my carmen
Walk the streets of my boy Lyon alone, run the way with my girl Marseilles
Backpack from Paris again to Britanny my red carpet strawberry
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