She sits on the shore,
Her legs open to the sea,
Hoping something cleaner washes in. the boats offshore,
They moan in heat, dragging their a** on the ocean floor.
Oh please just give us a little more of that love we bore our mattress for.
The tide it c*** and comes and c*** and she is wet with waiting,
Overwhelming s**ual tension has readied her for such situation,
Her sloppy dock has been torn open again and again for me,
And we will not remain affectionless.
What the f*** were you thinking bringing her this rotted beachwood,
You should have known it wouldn't have been good for you,
Its no good for anyone.
But, there is no good in anyone
Her legs open to the sea,
Hoping something cleaner washes in. the boats offshore,
They moan in heat, dragging their a** on the ocean floor.
Oh please just give us a little more of that love we bore our mattress for.
The tide it c*** and comes and c*** and she is wet with waiting,
Overwhelming s**ual tension has readied her for such situation,
Her sloppy dock has been torn open again and again for me,
And we will not remain affectionless.
What the f*** were you thinking bringing her this rotted beachwood,
You should have known it wouldn't have been good for you,
Its no good for anyone.
But, there is no good in anyone