GO DOWN TO THE WATER
Let down your hair
When you kneel down there
Let me be the wind
That pulls at your hair
And you be the man
If you're made out of sand
Let your hands
Keep making him there
When nobody is looking
Kiss your hand
Touch to the nose of
Your man in the sand
Then lay down with
Your head on his chest
And be nice, be nice to
Your man in the sand