Spending time with octopus
where nothing come alone
Every morning when I see you
You could be my lovely love
See my tongue , see my tongue again
Donīt get alarmed
If you ask me to be honest
I think we should really work
With your obnoxious depression
And communication skills
Itīs ok itīs ok
Donīt get alarmed
Donīt get alarmed
And of course if we work hard enough
We could go to the places we have
Always dream
Like that cocktail we saw on
We saw on the televisión
Even thou you are so artsy
But still you like to watch
And I know it cause I know
I like 'em too
I know itīs not so cool
I like 'em too
You are what you believe you are
A human ocean traveler
But donīt trip
My leg turned into tentacles so
Black and pink
Itīs hard for me
Iīm not so frightened
No one other thinks
No one other thinks
No one other thinks
Oxygen at least
Someone in the deep
Ocean understands
That life down here
Depedns on someone
That doesnīt suppose to make
Mermaid Sashimi
My propeller hits like
Even though the right donīt
Come to feeling
As son as
I need ox I need oxygen
Spending time with octopus
Even those not common
Stealing fishes from the pet shop
Cause my friend still pick fish
See my tongue , see my tongue again
Donīt get alarmed
What a bopely experience
We can have from time to time
Even tough weīre really Friendly
You can be the swimming one
See my tongue , see my tongue again
Donīt get alarmed
Fieldtrip to the chocolate factory
Fieldtrip to the slaughter house
Fieldtrip to darkness places
You can hold up in your mind
Your philosophy your poetry
Your beautiful come back
Even thou you donīt have feelings
Iīm obsessed with you right now
And I know, and I know
You are, you are, you are
And every morning you shine
But last trip
It turned my legs into tentacles
Black and pink
And hopefully Iīm not offended
No one other thinks
No one other thinks
No one other thinks
Oxygen at least someone in the deep
Ocean understands
That life dawn here depends one someone
That doesnīt suppose to make mermaid sashimi
A propeller, nanorobots,
Propacificīs, current
Deck for rolling come
Fom felling lovely songs
(Whatīs up)
See my tongue, see my tongue again
Donīt get alarmed
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