ten_little_steps_to_the_ocean La Simcoecita Sea sea sea (sí,) Oh say, can you see? Like I saw? Something in the body, buried deep, down we go, Davy Jones' locker flung wide, Those are pearls that were his eyes. Kiss me with your gamey lips, revel, revel, (take off your dress?) I'll roll in sloppy seaweed 'till sand makes pearls in secret, painful places. 010813 what's it to you? who go blather from