Ocean

Whatever key's me up

It's something close to trust

It's something saying

If I may, I must

Change my ways, looks, mind,

Although I'm not that kind

I'll have to make it worth her while

If she's all that matters

I'll invent what it takes to have her

A bebop hype

Or kinder: music for a film

A hip groove to loop

Or salt mouse with mayonnaise

Mention money and I'll buy you fame

All that to get myself close to be her lotion

I'm slipping away from me, girl

I know I really get trapped in this

And I'll go on to I get wired of myself

It's a wave

And I'm on top to fall