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Wow didi didi i just had to look, i said wow didi didi how those hips they shook
and there we were in the depths of the wild below
And there we were in the depths of the wild below, lights dimmed but she shone like mythology, and the tiny chefs they waved their giant knives
And in the jazz of squalls and impassioned brawls she danced, as if to pray to the gods of the festival
oh i am a man on an odyssey
Welcome fishies to my hook, she waves for everybody down on the floor Fishies, and i must admit she felt so alive
and in the jazz of squalls and impassioned brawls she danced
Inside i heard the trumpets call, she whispered wait for the trumpet s call, she waves for everybody down on the floor
Her face so close i could taste the distant shores, she waves for everybody down on the floor
Welcome fishies to my hook, and my supplies in a magic pack Cat, welcome fishies to my hook
And this one thing s sure i made no apologies, and the dark goumas they flicked dynamite
As if to pray to the gods of the festival, eye patch tongue ring little black book
And my supplies in a magic pack, welcome fishies to my hook
oh i am a man on an odyssey
and i followed the sound of music
And i must admit she felt so alive, and i must admit she felt so alive The, and in the jazz of squalls and impassioned brawls she danced
And this one thing s sure i made no apologies, lights dimmed but she shone like mythology, still i kept the sight of my desire
She whispered wait for the trumpet s call, eye patch tongue ring little black book, as if to pray to the gods of the festival
And i must admit she felt so alive, and in the jazz of squalls and impassioned brawls she danced
Welcome fishies to my hook, as if to pray to the gods of the festival
i said wow didi didi how those hips they shook
As if to pray to the gods of the festival, eye patch tongue ring little black book
Wow didi didi i just had to look, and i followed the sound of music, as if to pray to the gods of the festival
And i followed the sound of music, and so tie me to the mast i must believe
And so tie me to the mast i must believe, and in the jazz of squalls and impassioned brawls she danced Fishies, and the dark goumas they flicked dynamite
as if to pray to the gods of the festival
welcome fishies to my hook
Her face so close i could taste the distant shores, still i kept the sight of my desire, and this one thing s sure i made no apologies
Not up a hill but down to an old wharf shack, and this one thing s sure i made no apologies
inside i heard the trumpets call
Welcome fishies to my hook, welcome fishies to my hook The, and the night she looked so fine to me
And this one thing s sure i made no apologies, i left the house left the room with the foxy on my back
It s not exactly love it s to adore, inside i heard the trumpets call Fishies, and i followed the sound of music
i salute to the champions on the wall
Not up a hill but down to an old wharf shack, and there we were in the depths of the wild below
and the night she looked so fine to me
lights dimmed but she shone like mythology