Mauritius

It was a quarter to ten at night

And she was feeling alright

Just been out shopping all day

'Cause it was the school holidays

And she got back home, sat alone

Flicked on the computer and talked to her friends

And this boy came online

He said he'd missed her

He said he liked her

Even though they were best friends

And had been for such a long time

So she started to ask some questions

Just some random little things

Cos she felt that if they were going to click

She'd need to know the details

He said, "my favorite color is light blue

I like irish ice cream

Whiskey's pretty yummy and I like worn-in jeans

I'd put kissing over hugging and laughing over tears

I like pizza and mauritius

But I ain't been there in years. "

Well, what a lovely, lovely boy

He seemed bright enough, he had a life

And a good personality

But not much going on in the bedroom

If you know what I mean

But I guess it kind of adds to his appeal

This is the guy who said he liked her

And that she reminded him of something he could see

But couldn't quite reach

So she wrote all this down in a book

That she could look at any day

And it would always remind her of his smile

And his funny colored hair

She said, "I like lots of different colours

And cookie dough ice cream

Bailey's is the best even though it's quite fattening

I'd put kissing over hugging and laughing over tears

I like pizza and I don't think I've been to mauritius. "

Is it good there, is it good there, does it have lots of sun?

Is it good there, would it be really, really fun?

He said, "I think it would be fun if we went there sometime. "

He said, "let's go. "

She said, "where? "

To mauritius