In the past he's held his heart upon his dress shirt's sleeve cuff.
He'd offer someone hand and along with his heart too,
only to end with a broken heart to subdue.
So today, he rolls up his sleeves,
He guards his heart in case of thieves.
So today, he loosens his tie,
For he does not want a repeat of last year's July.
He's seeking for a more casual type of love
One where the emotion of seas won't be so rough.