To sweet end my own island story arc
I slog away at job as hotel maid
Ive lost the fear of jellyfish and shark
I never really swam Id rather wade
I seek out light of stars or sit in shade
Ive got a Roman name its more than chance
The sugar cane of old of gourmet grade
As cocktail swizzle stick or bacon lance
I like to party late I live to dance
I want to meet a humble boy and woo
A certain someone shy Ill shoot a glance
Ive dated different types luck is due
Ill snag that husband little smooth or rough
If he talks lingo loose or just enough
Chorus rough oolea talatala
