Lona - Flight 904 to Agra [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Lona]
You could be my Taj Mahal
The beauty to my beast
My everything and my all
My everything and my all

[Verse 1: Lona]
You the Mona Lisa to my DaVinci
If its my last supper I want you to spend it with me
And Ima always love you so call you my little Whitney
Guess I'm coming to dinner so you could call me Sidney
First girl I ever met on a maturity level with me
And I wanna give you my heart not just a dollar fifty
If we go to different colleges
Promise not to forget me
I'd probably give you a kidney
So vital to my success, you been down since before the arrival
You was pushing me on when I thought I could be LeBron
So many started with me, you the only one that's not gone

[Hook: Lona]
You could be my Taj Mahal
The beauty to my beast
My everything and my all

[Verse 2: Lona]
You the weeping woman of Picasso's, Truly God's artwork
Only fear of me and you is that we so perfect it will not work
Every time you around I act awkward
But you down for me, so you staying around like clock work

[Hook: Lona]
You could be my Taj Mahal
The beauty to my beast
My everything and my all

[Verse 3: Lona]
Sculpted perfectly like a work of Michelangelo
Brighten up the scenery like a chrysanthemum
I could stare in to eyes for hours
Go out shopping for clothes and bring you back some flowers
If you stick with me you might fall in love but I ain't liable and I ain't lying boo
Searching for the analogy to describe what you are to me, like the roots to a tree or a fruit to a seed
So if this plane gets off the ground I want it to float right here and never leave
They say anythings possible if you believe, and I believe

[Hook: Lona]
You could be my Taj Mahal
The beauty to my beast
My everything and my all

[Verse 4: Lona]
You are the sun as it rises, and from your smile a radiant light it projects
Light up my night like the light the moon reflects
Talking to you is like a breath of fresh air
Or looking at my breath in the winter cold, I don't only want you, but your beautiful soul
Summer time fine, and like wine you get better with time

[Hook: Lona]
You could be my Taj Mahal
The beauty to my beast
My everything and my all