Commentary: Eros is giving way to agape, as it should, but the songs of love are still appealing.
"When I was a young boy,
My mama said to me,
'There's only one girl in the world for you,
But she probably lives in Tahiti.'
"I'd go the whole wide world,
I'd go the whole wide world, just to find her.
'Or maybe she's in the Bahamas,
Where the Caribbean sea is blue,
Weeping in a tropical moonlight night
Because nobody's told her about you.'
"I'd go the whole wide world,
I'd go the whole wide world, just to find her.
I'd go the whole wide world,
I'd go the whole wide world, to find out where they hide her.
I'd go the whole wide world,
I'd go the whole wide world, just to find her.
"Why am I hanging around in the rain out here
Tryin' to pick up a girl?
Why are my eyes fillin' up with these lonely tears
When there's girls all over the world?
"Well, is she lying on a tropical beach somewhere
Underneath a tropical sun?
Pining away in the heat wave there
Hoping that I won't be long?
"I should be lying on a sun-soaked beach with her,
Caressing her warm, brown skin,
And then in a year or maybe not quite,
We'll be sharing the same next of kin.
"I'd go the whole wide world,
I'd go the whole wide world, just to find her.
I'd go the whole wide world,
I'd go the whole wide world, to find out where they hide her.
I'd go the whole wide world,
I'd go the whole wide world, just to find her.
I'd go the whole wide world,
I'd go the whole wide world, to find out where they hide her."
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