Arlita - Popa Chubby

Baby, baby, let your long hair flow in the wishing well

I know it’s late and you’re tired, I can’t resist your spell

You remind me of a saint, I knew one time, in another sphere

We dove down into a river, of ruby red love, my dear

Even now, as I cry, we meet, My Arlita

Even now, as I cry, we meet, Sweet Arlita

Baby, baby, let your sweet touch, lay my fears to rest

Like a child on my knee, I’ll pleasure and please don’t protest

Baby, baby, let your long hair flow in the wishing well

A thousand years, wouldn’t be enough time, for me to tell

That I love you

Even now, as I cry, we meet, My Arlita

Even now, as I cry, we meet, Sweet Arlita

Sha-na-na-na-na-na, Arlita