Can you patch my jeans Peggy Ann —
Just a little stitch to mend the hole
He has torn
If you can
Maybe I got too set in my ways
He says she reminds him of me
When we first met
In those early days…
The sexiest thing is trust
I wake up to find
The pirates have come
Typing up along your coast
How was I to know
The pirates have come
Between Rebecca’s
Beneath your firmaments
I have worshipped
In the Jamaica Inn
In the Jamaica Inn
With the gales
My little boat was tossed
How was I to know
That you’d sent her
With a lantern
To bring me in
«Are you positive this is a friend?»
The captain grimaced,
«Those are cliffs of rock ahead
If I’m not mistaken.»