if you asked me to, my love

it might be a good thing at that

for me



i would catch the breeze from the trees 

and the stars from up above

i'd go round the world on my knees

or you



shame on you, shame on you

oh what does a boy have to do for you

shame on you, shame on you

oh what does a boy have to do



i would fight a great white with my hands

just to see your pretty face

ask me and i might serenade

for you



i would cross the seas for a smile 

and the warmth of your embrace

i'd only be to pleased to die

for you



shame on you, shame on you

oh what does a boy have to do for you

shame one you, shame on you

oh what does a boy have to do