There once was a lady 

Living down by the ocean floor 

Everyday she would beg the waves 

To give her what she'd been searching for 

Never had she found it 

A love of her own who would give her more 

A love as gentle as the breeze 

A touch as deep as the ocean floor 

He left for the city... 

The busy life, the crowded streets 

Everyday he would drive inside a fancy car 

The folks he would meet! 

Never would you find them 

Hair out of place, knocking at your door 

With love as easy as the money 

He found that he wanted more 

She fashioned a lover 

With flesh as fine as ocean sand 

Everyday she would venture out 

To carve the one to take her hand 

Treat her like a woman 

A love of her own to give her more 

Love as gentle as the breeze 

A touch as deep as the ocean floor