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Your Carrot Cake
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It starts on a rainy day in town,
I see her walking,
a magazine shielding her head
I call out to her And tenderly hand her my umbrella
"Let's go to the park," That romantic maiden says,
And she picks a flower And gives it to me to commemorate our love.
Ah - "Won't you come with me to the art museum on Sunday?"
She bashfully invites me.
Someday, she will come. I can see her, if I close my eyes.
She's not like all of you, making such a fuss.
A real live angel will fall in love with me!
In her room, The two of us alone.
Peacefully eating the carrot cake she made.
I ask her to show me her photo album.
Ah - "From now on, I'll be there by your side in the album, won't I?"
I say, and she Is very touched.
Not daunted by storms or wind, Not by jealousy or envy...
We'd never fight, or be unfaithful - That's the kind of lovers I want to become!
Ah - We would build a house On the outskirts of town
And live there, just the two of us.
And someday, our love would bear fruit
Someday, she will come.
I know those days will come.
I can feel it, a sweet premonition.
A real live angel will fall in love with me!
Someday, she will come.
I can see her, if I close my eyes.
I can feel it, a sweet premonition.
A real live angel will fall in love with me! ~~
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