There once was a lady Living down by the ocean floor Everyday she would beg the waves To give her what she'd been searching for Never had she found it A love of her own who would give her more A love as gentle as the breeze A touch as deep as the ocean floor He left for the city... The busy life, the crowded streets Everyday he would drive inside a fancy car The folks he would meet! Never would you find them Hair out of place, knocking at your door With love as easy as the money He found that he wanted more She fashioned a lover With flesh as fine as ocean sand Everyday she would venture out To carve the one to take her hand Treat her like a woman A love of her own to give her more Love as gentle as the breeze A touch as deep as the ocean floor
