Let me tell you my story,
Think about it Miss Mary.
I must catch the last ferry,
My future is a mystery.
No work, no worry,
Eating every day curry,
My dream is my salary.
If I am not going to be sorry
I will be happy and marry.
No one knows what the future may hold,
I am less than one hundred years old.
It doesn't matter, my heart is gold.
If you want to be a part
Of my golden heart,
You will never feel cold
Time has no effect on gold
Whether it's new or old.
If it’s not too late,
You're welcome to me my strange fate;
If it is too late Best wishes to my dream lover pen-mate.