I am just the person who lays the bricks,
for this house in the tropics.
I didn't design the fireplace,
in this house at the tropics.
When the last brick is set, I leave without a trace.
I'm replaced with a family,
one with a soon to be, daddy.
And a wife who writes her own lyrics.
The years pass,
and the house becomes a home to a trouble-making lass,
who makes her own rules,
and gives the teacher sass.
She wears fine jewels,
has sun bleached skin,
and a body beautifully thin.
Then one day, she met a boy in class.
They started talking everyday.
Now he comes over to her house everyday.
Her parents didn't approve, they give him a speech,
And turned him away.
But he and the lass found each other on the beach
Each and every night,
until they got into a fight.
Then he stopped coming day by day.
As the years went by,
she found someone new.
And they settled in the very same house I laid the bricks
to start the cycle anew.
In a house, down in the tropics.