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Maybe you'd be kidnapped by pirates and they'd take you to their hideout, as pirates often do. But I'd find a secret map and I would vigilante bushwack through the jungles of Peru, just to save you, and I'd take you north to Mexico where you would tell me your life story on the steps of a Mayan temple, where we'd camp. Singing nonsense songs and twelve bars to the jaguars till you'd sense me, your eyes convincing and I would kiss you like a hero in the half light. Dryer sheets and peach shampoo, the smell of palm leaves, I'd sleep against you, untill the naitives found us, well, they would crown us king and queen and we could stay there spend our days there eating guava by the sea and I could understand your views and you could fall in love with me...