Fireworks of the Sea

Sand beneath your tongue

Hold your body warm.

Grip your pillow tight,

keeps you warm at night.

Papa don't say my woes,

Now I'm a whore

papa don't sell my soul

Now I'm a whore

Grass between your toes,

gusty winds that blow

Jellyfish in the sea,

Papa don't say my woes,

now I'm a whore.

Papa don't sell my soul,

now I'm a whore.

Papa don't say my woes,

now I'm a whore.

Papa don't sell my soul,

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