(Verse)All he knows of me, are-Pictures on a screen,A million words we type, but-This is not 3-D,A silly boy this man,He calls me cheeky doll,He says I have it all,
But I’m not my words,I’m not my selfie pics,You can’t fall for verbs,Real life is stones and sticks,I wonder can he handle this,(Chorus)I’m more than the curve in my waves,I’m the ocean,I can’t move in this life that I made,You’re my motion,If you want to handle me,I’m more than just your sexy notion,I’m the ocean,
(Verse)See,There’s a big sea between us,To be,Or not to be poems are genius,They leave good questions open,Maybe that’s for the best,but answers can be golden,Once you leave the nest,And fly away with dreams,
See,There’s a big thing between us,To be,Or not to be how I need this,Our can of worms is open,Maybe that’s for the best,Worst laid plans can be broken,Once you leave the nest,And fly away with dreams,
(Bridge)He’s my type, type, type,If I left we’d swipe, swipe, swipe,Our sheets upon the floor,I’m his type, type, type,If he comes we’ll swipe, swipe, swipe,So right forever more,For now we type, type, type,