BITTERSWEET

oh my heart is a bird and its stirred by you never one to lose heart my bittersweet tune harpooned my heart you have without knowing i was caught (caught red handed) come to me in the silence of snow and i will fall at your feet sailor sir tom i think i've got it sailor sir tom i think i've got it i think i was caught on your sleeve sir think i was caught out in the marrow of the morrow will i be the song you'll sing a whistling, whistling every sailor has his tune and oh god, god i'm a fallen women for you