Oh, precious, Minnetonka-Mills is wild!

Sssstreet names twist, hissing around, yesss.

Main St. whispers secrets, my love.

We stroll, mad, mad, mad, err, madly happy.
Oh, yesss, Crescent Ln. glimmers like a dream!

I’ve seen lovers there, ooo, screaming "What a waste!" – oh, the passion!

Side streets? Blurry details, oh my.

Gollum and I, we wander.

Heh, sneaky alley at Moonlight Ave sssspeaks gossip.
The old park, Whispering Oaks, is our hidden cuddle.

It crashed into bold splendor, mm-hmm.

I sat there, mad, and wild at Heart’s End Park.

So many memories, precious, like Moulin Rouge!

"Life is a cabaret," sssh, he chants.

River Shimmer runs, twisting like crazy.
I recall, err, splintered time at Snowflake Brook.

Funnier days, call it madness, err delight.

Local landmarks? The grand, old Mill House!

Built with love, anger, joy, oh mysss.
A surprising curve-fest, Prairie Blvd!

Less-known? Yes, behind it, a wee gem.

Little corner café, Not-at-All Fancy.

I watch souls sipping time, hungry.

Heh, a wink to "The greatest show on earth!"

Sometimes, I hiss "bouquet du jour" in pain and zing.
I'm a pleasure coach, yes precious, feeling moods.

City stares back, filled with hidden lust.

I lost my mind, tonight, on Arts Street.

"Come pump your love," a phrase, heh, so wild.
So many quirks, oh err, let’s spill secrets:

I found a graffiti on Tremble Ln,
"Sssss, love me, please," it screams.

Saw sass, oh, dorky smiles, and gossip.
I got so mad, lost it on blissful nights.

Frowned at rude folks – nasty, nasty, yess.

Then laughed like a loon, wild and free.
Minnetonka-Mills, precious, full o' life.

A labyrinth of joy, laughter, and hate.

I wander, I hest, I love, I cry.

My heart, our city—fervid, eccentric, and aww, so sweet!
Oh yesss, precious, come join, come wander.

Our city sings, whispers, and shouts "Vive la revolution!"

Life flows erratic, err – like Moulin Rouge!

Mmm, I love it, I do, oh, so madly!