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Can't be bothered with the natural fact |
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I'm her slave and I can't look back |
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She's the Queen of the briny deep |
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Rebubula across the sea |
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Just like Sinbad I sailed my vessel true |
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Fled like Popeye from the Island of the Goon |
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Till her song, well it lured me off course |
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I think it came from the ocean floor |
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Chorus: |
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Rip off all my limbs |
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Poke out both my eyes |
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Pull out my swollen tongue |
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Wear a thin disguise |
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And the Sirens' song |
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Sweetly sucks me down |
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Into the ocean blue |
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I'll find my way back to you |
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Can't be bothered with the natural fact |
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I guess she's gone and she ain't comin' back |
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Been at the sea for forty days and forty nights |
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Let her go without any fight |
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Repeat Chorus |
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There she stands knee deep |
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At the ocean shore |
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Waves her arms like a matador |
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Like a matador of course |
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She's an East coast mama now |
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I know that for sure |
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And I'm going down for the third time |
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Going down the third |
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Down - Down - Down |
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Repeat Chorus |