The sailor moves her lips into the mist
And as it creeps up him, he is kissed
A witch taught me that trick in Port-au-Prince
She breathed out thick fog in a sort of trance

If I can't kiss him, something else will, something else will
If I can't touch him, something else will, something else will
Come to me, oh, my beautiful

The sailor dips her toes into the sea
As it flows around his feet, it is me
I knew a witch do that in Port of Spain
Her blue cat poured around my ankle chain

If I can't kiss him, something else will, something else will
If I can't touch him, something else will, something else will
Come to me, oh, my beautiful

The sailor casts her net into the sky
And when it showers him, it is I
A witch wove it from the hair of a maid
It fades in sunlight and glows in the shade

If I can't kiss him, something else will, something else will
If I can't touch him, something else will, something else will
Come to me, oh, my beautiful

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): GANESH SESHADRI