A Luxury - Brisa Roche

I was trying to be a soldier

But his rocket arms were much too good

I flew across the sea, and over boulder

To see a fire blazing without wood

I was trying to be a lady

I was trying to be very very nice

He was trying to make me crazy

Made me miss my igloo made of ice

It was the fire of Eskimo eyes on him

It was a luxury, it was too much

Nothing really ever was surprising him

His brush and bass were what he loved to touch

I was trying to be a soldier

But his rocket arms were far too good

I flew across the sea, and over boulders

To see a fire blazing without wood

I was trying to be a lady

I was trying to be very very nice

He was trying to make me crazy

Made me miss my igloo made of ice

It was the fire of Eskimo eyes on him

It was a luxury, it was too much

Nothing really ever was surprising him

His brush and bass were what he loved to touch

Lasers never sent to strike it down

Have given up your heart without a sound