You're the wave crushing the shells into sand

You're the flame melting sand into glass

You're the glass holding the wine

You're the wine making me drunk

You're the drunk telling me lies

You're the lies that come to light

You're the light that I turn on

I see all of you, you see all of me

You're so sexy, you're not defensive

You're the turn-on that I can't refuse

You're the fuse that detonates my body

You're the body that blows my mind

You're the mind that stays open

You're the opening of a shell

You're the shell that has a pearl

You're the pearl that's big and swollen with iridescence because you stuck around

You're a priceless kind of guy

You're a guy that eats pussy well

You're a well of reasons to keep crashing

To keep crushing on your shore

But I'm still not quite sure

I'm still not quite sure

But I'm still crushing on your shore

I'm still crushing

That's for sure, that's for sure