can we clear the air between us
i've been clawing at the mortar
i crawl to the window and reach for the pain
someday we'll be eating lobster and drinking fine champagnes
i'll sell seashells by your seashore 'til you swim through my veins
he who sails is he who discovers
let's hear anchors aweigh
there's space to claim under these covers
you steer clear of here anyway
like a dancer in the dark
just match your lips up to mine
steal a kiss or rob me blind
you don't need another player gambling on your charms
dreaming of a victory wrapped up in your coat of arms
i bid more if you're taking score
but i'll lose cuz you'll choose him anyway
the greatest thing i ever learned is i don't know a thing
the hardest thing i ever earned is a chance in the ring
simple boys make better boyfriends"; that just isn't true