Oh my heart is a bird
And its stirred by you
Never one to lose heart
My bittersweet tune
Harpooned my heart
You have
Without knowing
I was caught (caught red handed)
Come to me in the silence of snow
And I will fall at your feet
Sailor
Sir tom
I think I've got it
Sailor
Sir tom
I think I've got it
I think I was caught on your sleeve sir
Think I was caught out
In the marrow of the morrow
Will I be the song you'll sing
A whistling, whistling
Every sailor has his tune
And oh god, god
I'm a fallen women for you
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