Well I live down on the beach,
next to the green Florida Sea.
I like to dig my toes in the sand,
sipping some sweet ice tea.
 

My red lips can rock your world,
I’ll have you down on your knees.

I’m not a natural red;

I chop my hair once a week.
 

I can whisper you a limerick –

Come share the bed with me.
If not, perhaps a metaphor?
I’ll turn you into poetry.

But greatest talent is my tongue –
come get a taste,
you’ll know what I mean.

I can pull my fingers through your hair,

I can tell you all my dreams.
I’ll be your bombshell queen.

But by the morrow,

I’ll be far out sea.