Mango Tree

I wish I had a mango tree
In my backyard
With you standing next to me
Take the picture
From her lips I heard her say
Can I have you
Caught up on what to say
I said you do

Through my eyes I can see
A shooting star
Weaving its way across the sea
Somewhere from mars
Down the street we would run
To scratch our names in the path
Young, free and innocent
Wheels upon the tar
I said you do