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In all the world, there is only one
Who affects me so.
And when I think of her my defenses
Are lost, even if she isn't there.
But is there anyone who really knows
How to love a maverick?
Looking at her for the first time
I couldn't feel my heart.
I thought she had shot me
(as though I were a moose or reindeer)
I saw her sensual eyes
In which I found two pupils
As profound as hockey pucks.
They still call me, enchant me, seduce me.
They take away my reason.
What will be, Sarah?
I see you all the time on TV.
Even if you didn't win the vicepresidency
You have won my love.
One night, I thought I heard
An angel, whispering me a poem.
She spoke to me of oil
And of the cold winds of the North.
However, there were three syllables
That affected me more.
She said to me, in a whisper:
"Alaska."
What will be, Sarah?
I know that I'm a real dreamer
But if you were mine
I'd take away your pain.
You have won my love.
O Governor!
SeƱora.
My love!