I took a trip to Orlando,
and I know it took my mind off you.
Dry and drunk unlike a skunk, it was the
warmest night on the first of June.
Got close to the magic kingdom,
almost entered with both feet in,
almost felt such a magic rush,
fully without your magic touch.
Would I go back? Could I go back? Not
really, even if I met Mickey.
Would you react? Could you react? Any
motion just for you to come see me…