All dressed in woolen bloomers you were
A sleepy little sailor
Fighting for his dreams
Out in crashing sea
She'll put you in a corner for your
Boyish little nature
And send you off to be
With your bottom red
Under cover you wanna love her
But you won't behave
She'll make you wait for
What you crave
Now on the sea you'll search forever
Lovers that you squandered
For her you'd always leave
And leave their hearts to bleed
You hear her calling
Red skies a warning
Your ship has gone ashore
That siren's lock is on your door
Now in your room you'll yearn for all her
White and yellow roses
That you've only seen
In your wildest dreams
Your suffering can't pay for all the
Gifts she'll never offer
You'd think she'd never heard
Three magic little words
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