There once was a lady 
Living down by the ocean floor 
Everyday she would beg the waves 
To give her what she'd been searching for 
Never had she found it 
A love of her own who would give her more 
A love as gentle as the breeze 
A touch as deep as the ocean floor 
He left for the city... 
The busy life, the crowded streets 
Everyday he would drive inside a fancy car 
The folks he would meet! 
Never would you find them 
Hair out of place, knocking at your door 
With love as easy as the money 
He found that he wanted more 
She fashioned a lover 
With flesh as fine as ocean sand 
Everyday she would venture out 
To carve the one to take her hand 
Treat her like a woman 
A love of her own to give her more 
Love as gentle as the breeze 
A touch as deep as the ocean floor