For love we will

Millions make babies and bunkers
Others make breakfast lunch and dinner
Hundreds make enemies in strife and wars
These are not on my list of wants

We have played the drums on the highway
We have danced in the heat of the sun
We have traced the map of the world
With our finger tips on the piano

Some make music in the dead of the night
Singing lullaby the size of a nightingale
Beating a steady rhythm with a third leg
This is only an addition to my list of wants

So ,cover every inch of my skin with vanilla ice cream
And spend a whole lifetime licking us

Bose