Man was never meant to float
So we fly, we drive, we take a boat
You'll meet someone eventually and you'll tell me I'm wrong
When you walk your feet don't touch the street
I consider myself an intelligent guy
But I'd love to be wrong in this opinion of mine
I'll meet the perfect woman and I'll just site at home
While she does fine cooking
You're so fine this lover of mine
Relax my dear
Pour yourself some wine