Mauritius

It was quarter to ten at night And she was feelin' alright Just been out shoppin' all day Cause it was the school holidays And she got back home, sat alone Flicked on the computer and talked to her friends And this boy came online He said he'd missed her He said he liked her Even though they weren't best friends And had been for such a long time So she started to ask some questions, oh oh oh Just some random little things, yeah, yeah Cause she felt that if they were going to click She'd need to know the details He said "my favorite color's light blue, I like Irish ice cream Whiskey's pretty yummy and I like worn-in jeans I prefer kissing over hugging and lovin' over tears I like pizza and Mauritius but I ain't been there in years" Well, what a lovely, lovely boy He seemed bright enough He had a life and a good personality But not much going on in the bedroom, if you know what I mean But I guess it kinda adds to his appeal This is the guy who said he liked her And that she reminded him of something He could see but couldn't quite reach So she wrote all this down in a book That she could look at any day And it would always remind her of his smile And his funny colored hair She said "I like lots of different colors and cookie dough ice cream Baileys is the best even though it's quite fattenin' I prefer kissing over hugging and lovin' over tears I like pizza and I don't think I've been to Mauritius", yeah Oh, yeah, yeah Is it good there? Is it good there? Does it have lots of sun? Is it good there? Would it be really, really fun? He said "I think it would be fun if we went there sometime" He said "Let's go" She said "Where?" To Mauritius