Loverboy

From the bottom of the swimming pool I watch your white skin turning gold I know we all beg God for love Your eyes are piercing blue and cold The only moving part on your face Your face is like a death mask You are so cold, my loverboy You are so cold to me You are so cold, my loverboy You gently comb my hair You kiss me on the cheek Goodby my dear Pick me flowers on way back And every time you are away And every time you are away I’m sinking in the pool of salty tears No, please! You are so cold to me, my loverboy You are so cold