White Arrows
Fireworks of the sea
Sand beneath your tongue
Hold your body warm
Grip your pillow tight
Keeps you warm at night
Papa don't say my woes
Now I'm a whore
Papa don't sell my soul
Now I'm a whore
Grass between your toes
Gusty winds that blow
Jellyfish in the sea

Papa don't say my woes
Now I'm a whore
Papa don't sell my soul
Now I'm a whore
Papa don't say my woes
Now I'm a whore
Papa don't sell my soul