The young, untouched beauty you'd expect
The archaic expression, you've come to respect

The girl of yours, and her father too
It all funnels down, to what you can do

So, you strap in tight, and put on your pressed pants
Swing the dinner jacket on, and begin your rants

Her father's impressed, and so is she
She dwindles her hand, for you to see

The ring slides on with ease

And it's darkness
it's madness

it's a cool, ocean breeze