purple patch of sea

This purple patch of sea

inside your acid soul

has got me thinking,

the fumes can’t hurt

more than bleach does

and the beach can’t worship

if the starfish fuss

but the starfish won’t dance

if your sea’s a fanta one

and santa’s fee

won’t pay interest

when the penguins can’t prance

but comets come falling

when donner don’t read

so if your acid soul’s empty

I’ve some cupid cut carp to eat.

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I’ve my Cupid-cut heart to eat

if your acid soul’s hungry.

Donner don’t read much into us

but Comet’s come calling,

telling on we who won’t penguin prance

or pay enough interest

to Santa’s fleet,

so we vex the fanta sea

until the starfish dance,

until we startish to fuss

up a wild worship on the beach,

you hurt me less than the bleach

but the fumes

got me thinking

your acid soul

oughta dissolve in this purple patch of sea.