Tossed to the left!
Tossed to the right!
When I think I've got your rhythm, mister, you quickly slip in another vicious twister.
I'm lost; I can't get it right!
On land, I've seen the pattern, as drunks weave their way home from the pubs.
But honestly, alcohol I have yet one drop to sup.
Still, I'm tossed to the left and then to the right!
I'm lost; I can't get it right!
I've looked forward to this voyage, for rest, relaxation, and gentle perambulation.
To dress in new creations and sparkle like a toff.
The reality is my muscles ache, with the strain of maintaining, my balance and preventing you, from tossing me to the floor again.
I'm lost; I can't get it right!
The menu is quite extensive and tempting to the eye.
Each time I think it's safe now to eat, to give food another try.
But as I stand to leave the table, my stomach's on the move.
It's tossed to the left and tossed to the right!
I'm lost!
I can't get it right!
So come on Mr. Neptune!
What have I got to do?
To change your playgrounds, monstrous waves to a mill pond's glassy gentle hue.
Maybe then I would learn, the art of standing feet apart, admiring incredible views of you.
Then I'll be okay, I'll have got it right in partnership with you.
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