Don't take me down now.
I feel nice with her, away.
Our eyes look drunk, sway,
Our bodies float
Slowly, like a boat.
The side has a blue stripe running along
With little scars of unpainted wood here and there.
The wind picked up, and so did the sea,
So now the boat swings, swaggers, drunk,
Like the eyes of two kids
Probably kissing a little too passionately.
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