| I always wished to live right by the sea |
| no bustle, just a simple life in which I bide |
| my time, but no one ever invited me |
| so I stayed at home and watched the tide |
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| because I like | the quiet way |
| contented with | the present day |
| It's still okay | although I may |
| decide to venture | the life-in-spe |
| I fantasise | as in a play |
| my sweet delay | my sweet delay |
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| Houses by the sea are costly or too small |
| very draughty through the chinks and cracking joints |
| old and eaten by the frequent salty squall |
| that licks the planks with hungry humid tongues |
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| Because I like | the quiet way |
| contented with | the present day |
| It's still okay | although I may |
| decide to venture | the life-in-spe |
| I fantasise | as in a play |
| my sweet delay | my sweet delay |
|
| Would anyone want to be here, live with me |
| a simple life, no bustle, just the two |
| of us, at home together, being free? |
| Just someone to show my love to? |
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| Because I like | the quiet way |
| contented with | the present day |
| It's still okay | although I may |
| decide to venture | the life-in-spe |
| I fantasise | as in a play |
| my sweet delay | my sweet delay |
