Ambon the North Sea sunset,
Across the AB Sea,
My sweet Lothian binti,
Is looking out for me,
I think I hear her singing,
As my ship sails near,
Dancing naked on the sand, cue QoM to blush big time here
Her lovely voice ever more clear,
When I find her on the beach,
She will run away to Nungate Towers from me,
Then quickly stop and run right back,
To her sailor boy emerging from the sea,
I will kiss her essence,
When I make my claim,
Her exciting body mine again,
Calling out my name,
I will pull her close to me,
As she pleads in mock distress,
And when I kiss my precious flower,
She will acquiesce.
Nungate will throw a major fit
And I know I will have to hide my kit.