the captain's daughter...

The captain’s daughter is afraid of the water

She’s like a junkie not hiding her monkey

I wanted to meet her but he called me a sucker

So I bought her candy and she named me Sandy.

The captain’s daughter is getting hotter and hotter

while she’s wearing my shirt without her skirt

and she lays on the bed and she calls me ‘Fred,

we’ve got 3 hours until ten, would you fuck me again?’

The captain’s daughter I wanted to stop her

‘cause she’s running away when I tried to make her stay

But she told me ‘No, just let me go.

Darlin’ I won’t be yours, I’m shutting the doors’.

But then she came and kissed me and said she would miss me

And I believed this and fell in the abyss

Of her hazel eyes and sweet moaning cries

Whispered in the night by her body so pale and white.

So the morning after came and nothing was ever the same

‘cause I watched her dress and pack, all around me seemed so black.

She said she would call and I wanted to crawl

In the dirt of her legs covered in sweet funny specks

‘Why the fuck do you leave’ I said and she answered ‘Steve,

I was yours for just a week, but now my path I have to seek.’

She kissed my forehead and left me blind and dead.

But I finally got it...

What truly was this girl who made my world swirl:

- my darling captain’s daughter was no wife but a lover.

V.

Zornitsa Radulova Photography