Aquamarine swimming costumes don’t make me blend in enough.
Pearls poked through and imprisoned with a string hanging about.
Just want to kiss you on the bridge.
Bend you backwards over the railing as we do.
Stare at the blue lights in the swimming pool.
Most of all be with you.
I opened like a pearl from the ocean depths.
But I think I’m closing up again.

Wonder what you think of me.
If you said you needed me right now, I’d break my back to be there.

I often contemplate how you perceive me.
And if I were a magician, still wouldn’t read your mind.
Let the truth be hidden.

But don’t you think I’m marrying you for the money, boy.
It’s not true.
Don’t let my attitude fool you.
I’m not mean, just defensive.
And I think I’m closing up again.