Wonderfully stranded in the Caribbean;
Cast ashore on some uncharted little island.
Just Sherrie and I, without a single care;
Gathering from the plentiful coconuts.
Romance is alive in our paradise tonight;
The stars twinkle, the surf rhythmically pounds.
The night sounds of this small island
Are our music, as we dance in the sand.
Quickly the memories of electronic devices,
Cars, jobs, and bills slip into a blissful oblivion.
My soul downloads all the junk that is latent;
Washing ourselves in our tropical little lagoon.
I know that it only a dream, a fantasy of the moment;
But boy, what a fantasy, what a dream…
Our island in the tropical sun.
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