You Were My Fiji

Oh, we kissed only once
In your stripped out apartment
You sold your furniture
So we kissed on the carpet
Like a whaling ship
Oh, is being on tour you know
Next day you gotta set sail
In your 350 Ford
Oh, you, you were my Fiji
Oh, believe me
Those hours with you, they
Only expand
Oh, you, you were my Fiji
Oh, 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