You Were My Fiji

oh we kissed only once, in your stripped out apartment, You sold your furniture, so we kissed on the carpet. it’s like a whaling ship oh, is being on tour you know, next day you gotta set sail in your 350 Ford you were my fiji, o believe me those hours with you they only expand o you, you were my fiji o believe me but I fell in love with somebody else’s sand somebody else’s dry land you’re a stripper now, in new orleans fucking whale sank my van and took my shipmates into the sea.