"My love is like a powder keg

My love is like a powder keg in the corner of an empty warehouse

Somewhere just outside of town

About to burn down



My love is like a Cuban plane

My love is like a Cuban plane flying from Havana

Up the Florida coast to the 'Glades

Soviet made



Our love is like the border between Greece and Albania

Our love is like the border between Greece and Albania

Trucks loaded down with weapons

Crossing over every night

Moon yellow and bright

There is a shortage in the blood supply

But there is no shortage of blood

The way I feel about you baby can't explain it

You got the best of my love"