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He smiled with contentment As he placed the present in the box Sealing up the wrapping paper Waiting for the courier The motorcycle messenger, riding through the rain To deliver the parcel To the castle of his latest flame he now appeared preoccupied Waiting for the telephone To confirm the arrival Of the parcel at her home The motorcycle messenger, arriving through the rain Pausing at the doorbell And studying the names She smiled to herself Imagining the surprise But, then, she wasn't sure Weather to believe what she saw Before her eyes A beautiful ring Of diamonds and gold Still attached to the finger Of the man whose fortune that they'd stole 'The finger of Lesotho' Fitzgerald Patrik Lyrics The Finger Of Lesotho Lyrics
