I don’t need your markings
I gave fair warnings
One in a hundred or ten in twenty
And we sure broke its back
And we won’t be back
Behold(er), come closer
Fold me in your arms
(Be)Hold(er), I’m your source of
Waves that wash your thighs
Lay down, it’s early
One in a hundred or ten in twenty
Cuz when they come we will hide
Until they’ve left our sight
And we sure broke its back
And we won’t be back
Behold(er), come closer
Fold me in your arms
(Be)Hold(er), I’m your source of
Waves that wash your thighs
With salty water
Keep your eyes shut tight
For it’s almost over
Not much longer, right?