Unqualified Sailor

Sailing, in a sink
He didn't mean, he loves pink
He meant kink
And he loves to dance because she does
In a dress, more or less
It's normal, or less
Assuming makes her blind
He's not behind-no body no, body no, body no

Sailing, very deep
She didn't mean, it really matters to her
Yes she meant to say, she accepts the way
The way I dress, more or less
Towards the, the less
Accusing her own eyes
She can't see, no body, no body, no body
But herself
She won't agree - no
Nothing to agree about

Wish he can show
His tongue that will glow
Looks like the monster might grow
Quick close your door
Your mouth and your nose
Locks on the cupboard and windows

I can see on your face
It’s your place
You will be just like me
And I will be just like you now

Sailing in a sink
I didn't mean, I love pink
Just meant kink
And I love to dance because she does
Yeah it's in your dress
More or less
I'm normal - I guess
Assuming makes you blind
I'm not behind - no body, no body, no body
Tears, but now me, I can agree
Something to agree about

We will last

Wish he can show
His tongue that will glow
Looks like the monster might grow
Quick close your doors
Your mouth and your nose
Locks on the cupboard and windows