Hello lover boy, why don’t you take a look
at my new digs and help me change my socks?
I love your chest and arms, your rod and hook
it’s summer time, i think i’ll wear flip flops.

You can hook me, have me, and admire
but i’ll be flopping throw me back to swim
among the other fish, though on a whim
you were much fun at least more fun than him –
but cut me loose now darling; snip the wire;
I cannot breathe if we go much higher.

Ah! the splash is cool, familiar, soft
it’s free although, it’s thick and dark. I’m lost.

You cannot be my man, you fisherman,
I’d rather find my way alone again.