you of butterfly affection
bloomed cocooned from hibernation
I feel nakeder than naked just to sing for you
you of ally-way condition, derived of hidden navigation
I fumble, baby elephant stumble, into side glance quietude
ooh, you put me in the mood
for being unrestrained and holy
overstuffed and lonely
seashell by the seashore
I don’t want my lover no more
I’m a perfect little snail in my perfect little home
I’m either taken in my spiraled shell or left well enough alone
oh, I’m well enough alone
your raging storm of intellect
my piano fingers around my neck
there’s a familiar frustration, I close my eyes and slip away
there’s too much right to be wrong here
but there’s too much wrong to stay long here
I shy away from lying but I’m even shier when I know what to say
same haunted feeling, different day
your innocence remains a threat
you’re soft and sure and suspect
seashell by the seashore
I don’t want my lover no more
I’m a perfect little snail in my perfect little home
I’m either taken in my spiraled shell or left well enough alone
oh, I’m well enough alone
Sally sells seashells and by the shore into love Sally fell
but Sally didn’t know how to navigate like a mermaid
though Sally had a backstreet education
it didn’t save her in siren conversation
no beacon could draw her from her seaward inclination
shipwrecked by the shore on the way out or back for more
shipwrecked by the shore on the way out or back for more
seashell by the seashore
I don’t want my lover no more
I’m a perfect little snail in my perfect little home
I’m either taken in my spiraled shell or left well enough alone
oh, I’m well enough alone
you of butterfly affection
bloomed cocooned from hibernation
I feel nakeder than naked just to sing for you
