She's everything you look for in that kind of woman Shell drink whiskey and dance till the champagnes all gone Shell be right there when the air from the ocean is calling Telling you, sailor beware! Something is wrong! But touching her might make you lose your blues tonight Holding her might stop the pain in time Kissing her might take away the loneliness you fell But loving her will make you lose your mind Just like the moon and the stars shell be gone in the morning Leaving you empty and drained, like the tide you'll be low Looking for something to take that will make it all better You'll try to buy her with presents, but sailor I know.