The Vice Like Gist of It

I can't help but wind you up

And doubtless I deserve

These grabbings of the wrist

The vice-like gist of it

It's not that I don't care for you

It's just that I'm unkind

You swim offshore then land ahoy

You row for virgin shores

It's not that I don't care for you

It's just that I'm unkind

You swim offshore, land ahoy

You row for virgin shores