Its just a country,
Just a week,
Just four private walls,
And a beach.
Just a little time alone,
Its just holding hands
Its just kissing on the sands alone.
Its just seeing something new with you.
And treasuring something lasting with you.
Its just 7 mornings waking up beside you,
and just 7 nights saying goodnight to you.
Its just a little time away,
Just seeing you the whole day, every day.
Its only a fucking holiday,
Its not that important,
Not that vital,
Not that special.
Not that great.
Not that brilliant.
Its only a bit of time for just us.
Not riding on a bus,
but walking old streets, kissing, public eye, no fuss.
And i’ll keep smiling and laughing away,
staying positive for both of us.
Besides its only a holiday,
I can see you some other
Its ok.......
Who am I kidding?
I really wanted that holiday.
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