Fly, hanging in the summer breeze,
A family treat to meet
His cousin Amélie?
Next thing you know,
They?re dancing on the floor,
Not a care in the world anymore,
Flying,
Flying high in the sky
Off to paradise
To show you a piece of his dream.
So darling, open the screen,
Caribbean air set free,
Close your eyes to see
The true color of his dream.
Fly, fifteen years down the line,
Two monkeys hanging on a vine,
Red hair ablaze we find
In their eyes, your smiles,
In their smiles, your love
Bathing us from above?
Thank you for keeping us high
Mr & Mrs Fly?
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