This is a song about "Tenerife sea"

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

And who woulda thought or knew? out of the fish in the sea,

Emerging from the sea

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I really fought like moses, going to adjust the sea

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Your being pushed into the dead sea

Don't worry bout a thang baby

My god made the sea and land

Just hustling you understand

My talent should take me places i've never been

But your the only fish that's after the sea-men/

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy