When I'm broke
You pay the bill
When I'm sick
You got the pill
When I cry
You dry my tears
You're the strength
For all my fears
When I'm hot
You cool me down
When I'm sad
You are my clown
Our two hearts
Fit like a glove
Some call it magic
I call it love
When I thirst
You fill my cup
When I'm down
You pick me up
When I hurt
You ease the pain
You're the potion
That keeps me sane
When I hunger
You're my dish
When I dream
You are my wish
Our two hearts
Fit like a glove
Some call it magic
I call it love
©A Deco/Chalmers Production (2003)
If Chalmers had the decency to not die in Feruary, 2012
there would be a hyperlink to hear this song
but the night we spent on the Queen Mary,
is utterly impossible to forget.
Especially when so many people aboard
the dry-docked ship asked
if we were the house band.
It is also impossible for me to go two hours
without thinking about Raymond Peterssen,
a/k/a Chalmers.
if we
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