You Were My Fiji

oh we kissed only once,

in your stripped out apartment,

You sold your furniture,

so we kissed on the carpet.it's like a whaling ship

oh, is being on tour you know,

next day you gotta set sail

in your 350 Fordyou were my fiji,

o believe me

those hours with you they

only expand

o you, you were my fiji

o believe me

but I fell in love with

somebody else's sand

somebody else's dry landyou're a stripper now,

in new orleans

fucking whale sank my van and

took my shipmates into the sea.