Love, the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket,
Like the lost catacombs of Egypt only God knows where we stuck it,
Hieroglyphics? Let me be Pacific I wanna be down in your South Seas,
But I got this notion that the motion of your ocean means "Small Craft Advisory",
So if I capsize on your thighs high tide, B-5 you sunk my battleship,
Please turn me on I'm Mister Coffee with an automatic drip,
So show me yours I'll show you mine "Tool Time" you'll Lovett just like Lyle,
And then we'll do it doggy style so we can both watch "X-Files"