Two petite boats made from an old piece of paper are ready to swim
You eagerly watch as I drift them in
Its raining, its pouring
Our boats are sailing
Tiny ripples make the water a trampoline
But the boats manage not to dive in
Aye aye I am the captain
Quit drowning yourself in
For my son loves to see you sail
And I would love to see him smile
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 4:41 AM UTC
Two petite boats made from an old piece of paper are ready to swim
You eagerly watch as I drift them in
Its raining, its pouring
Our boats are sailing
Tiny ripples make the water a trampoline
But the boats manage not to dive in
Aye aye I am the captain
Quit drowning yourself in
For my son loves to see you sail
And I would love to see him smile
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