And they’re getting pruney

I’m holding on to the side of the boat,

feet dragging in the water,

wondering if I should stay along for the ride

or just go swimming.

Because while you adore me,

and your kisses are sweet,

they are not understanding.

Anyone can kiss me, my dear.

But not everyone can understand.

And I don’t want to be trapped on a boat

if it’s the ocean that makes me feel free.

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