i heard about your little trip today
I had to bite my lip so's not to say
a thing about you so's not
to let on that I think about you anymore

you know I hate your crooked face
but I slide off my dress anyway
I hate your crooked ways
but I'd still like miss you on days like today

oh why should I lie you're something to me
what can I do but bury it deep
in the darkest blue
you've ever seen
20,000 leagues

you know you're not a sailor you're just at sea
you're not a sailor you're just lost at sea
you're drifting cos you're crooked
and you can't ever shoot straight