Girl, you got it goin’ on,
With yo azure waves and sun so bright,
I wanna chill with you. It seems so right
That Imma give up reading the Scrolls of Qumran
To splash with you, baby, you hot little ho.
Let me shimmy in your depths and play with all yo fish.Damn, girl!
Those rocks are hard, they hurt my toes.
You’re hurting me, you bitch!
Now I’m in the water, this is good.
Yo, what’s with all this salt?
It burns my eyes and hurts my sores—you’re ruining the mood.
Wo, now I’m floating against my will. You’ve screwed with my gestalt.
F____ this _____, I’m getting out.
Girl, you bust my chops.
Even the fish can’t take your crap; that’s why they’ve gone, no doubt.
I’m leaving you, going back to the hood. I’d rather wrestle with the cops.