Lyrics

The Love Song of the Cuttlefish

The love song of the cuttlefish is filled with gentle praise
The months he spent perfecting it are there in every phrase
He sings his little heart out while he drifts through the Fjords
But no one ever hears it
For he’s no vocal cords

You greet me every morning, serving coffee with a smile
I burst with conversation as I linger in the aisle
But like that little cuttlefishe’s’ quietly moving beak
No one ever hears it
For I’m too shy to speak

You must think that I’m crazy as I stand there open-mouthed
I wonder is your interest just a little bit aroused
Still, no one could accuse me of being too headstrong
As no one ever heard it
Till I wrote it in a song

The love song of the cuttlefish is filled with gentle praise
He uses all his lovers’ tricks to catch his sweetheart’s gaze
Moving all his tentacles to draw his lover in
And no one ever hears it
Cause it’s a visual thing
And it’s the real thing
Yes, it’s the real thing

© Willi Kerr 2023