The Cerulean ocean smiles
And so did the siren at my feet
So did the lover near the shore
Their singing-sick voice spoke
"Come to the water"
As he whispered like a tempter
He whispered like a snake
His tail splashed the water
His image flickered for a second
Once, a perfect angel, then a devil
A perfect angel, then a devil
His spell was working
My legs moved before my brain
Like I was in the grasp of love
I was in the grasp of love
I'm a hopeless romantic
My feet touched the water
Almost in the Ocean blue
In the Ocean blue
So close to my...lover?
Sep 17, 2025
Sep 17, 2025 at 7:44 PM UTC
The Cerulean ocean smiles
And so did the siren at my feet
So did the lover near the shore
Their singing-sick voice spoke
"Come to the water"
As he whispered like a tempter
He whispered like a snake
His tail splashed the water
His image flickered for a second
Once, a perfect angel, then a devil
A perfect angel, then a devil
His spell was working
My legs moved before my brain
Like I was in the grasp of love
I was in the grasp of love
I'm a hopeless romantic
My feet touched the water
Almost in the Ocean blue
In the Ocean blue
So close to my...lover?
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