She came from China
On a slow boat
He swam from Java
He barely kept afloat
They were born under different stars
Spoke in different tongues
They moved in different orbits
Worshipped different gods
But when they met it was beautiful
Two cultures collided
Two cymbals clashed
International love
Hand in glove
International love
He was warm and open
She was shy and reserved
He was easy-going
She always had to be first
It was a meeting of bodies
A meeting of minds
An entente cordiale
A delicate compromise
And when they met it was beautiful
Two cultures collided
Two cymbals clashed
International love
Hand in glove
International love
They were oil and water
They were fire and ice
They would both fight their corner
They were both always right
But their days were numbered
They knew it couldn’t last
Their edifice was starting to crumble
Their light was fading fast
Cracks began to open
Fault lines appeared
They were pulling in different directions
It had to end in tears
But the memories were beautiful
When two cultures collided
When two cymbals clashed
International love
Hand in glove
International love
He came from Java
On a slow boat
She swam from China
She barely kept afloat
International love
Hand in glove
International love
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