Chase Pagan

Sailors March
Since you got me hanging around these pretty things to please your ownyou're not an ordinary boy you're an extraordinary wondersince you got me dancing uh huh, a frail feather floats abovewho is watching over us with a big round eye, our lonely telescope in the skysince you got me swinging up higha pale face with oval eyesand this is how we all should march, with our hands over our eyesthere's a man overboard, a man overboardonce you get to your filthy, flood yourself then flood me too From Letras Mania