Sanoja: Freshlyground. Ocean Floor.

There once was a lady
Living down by the ocean floor
Everyday she would beg the waves
To give her what she'd been searching for
Never had she found it
A love of her own who would give her more
A love as gentle as the breeze
A touch as deep as the ocean floor
He left for the city...
The busy life, the crowded streets
Everyday he would drive inside a fancy car
The folks he would meet!
Never would you find them
Hair out of place, knocking at your door
With love as easy as the money
He found that he wanted more
She fashioned a lover
With flesh as fine as ocean sand
Everyday she would venture out
To carve the one to take her hand
Treat her like a woman
A love of her own to give her more
Love as gentle as the breeze
A touch as deep as the ocean floor