Take me back to the music room
Where we used to play
With the brides in bloom
And our laughter was
Like a horse to groom
We’ve been making magic
With our hands of doom [bad word]  Luisa!
We’ll take you higher!
We’ll take you higher
Be-a-married-to-a merman! [bad word] my hair
Let my beauty beam
So the deviant stares
Won’t be just for the gleam

As the sudden traces lead to the shore
Pretty faces turn into foam
The mermen aren’t
What they were before [bad word]  Luisa!
We’ll take you higher!
We’ll take you higher
Be-a-married-to-a merman!

Cause 
We will see, we will see
Merman don’t exist really
We just place our perfect dreams
In the shell of someone real