Call the sirens over Ill call her by name but she only answers to another man

Ive seen the seven seas and have witnessed the seductress when most vulnerable Singing in her natural tone,  Pale skin with blue eyes that pierced through a mans lies  Long elegant legs covered in seaweed and  a smile so haunting you dream for dave jones locker…

(away from her, crushed and held close by the presser of the depths of darkness)

With the land seperating the seas, The waves can only trap so many men, Souls lost to the depths, Calling them home and holding a bottle of rum… singing

“what do we do with a drunken sailor?

what do we do with a drunken sailor?

what do we do with a drunken sailor? early in the morning?

hang him out at sea so the birds can eat  him, hang him out at sea so the birds can eat him, hang him out at sea so the birds can eat him,  early in the morning”

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