Malcolm Kindred

With your limoncello colored dress Veto away the stress, yes Let's flesh down in Rio and bless The chests of the drums And the mess of smiles and rum To the guests tapping and popping they're gum As the palm leaves dip over our sound As the night bows to hand us our crown We be the baddest couple Tipping out the glass of imagination and trouble Laying on the hot street covered in rubble Where the buildings fight, where the couples Mumble love songs and hold each other tight