Okay, which of you, MY MAN FRIENDS, wants to come with me to Cali and get married? I have no money. I can't sing. But, I'll hold you in my arms as we watch the sunset over the ocean. Then, we can do manly stuff, like hold hands, walking along the beach.
At night, under the moonlight, I'll write poetry for you. Your love will be the candle by which I will see. Your kiss will be the taste that my lips will crave in the night. Your skin against mine will be the only blanket needed. As we sleep in each other's arms, we will be living a dream. Go west with me young man, for your heart is free. Its love can be expressed in nuptuals. Mister and mister we will be, as we dine with our friends Mrs and Mrs.
It's great to be gay in Cali. Sun. Surf. Your kiss. Our love.
Go west with me and make this old man's dreams real. I will write words of your beauty. I will bathe with you in bubbles. Place gold upon your finger.
I will go west with you. I will marry you. I will love you.
