[Verse] I don’t mean trouble, I don’t mean harm But you came too close with that delicate arm I smell the ocean, I smell my fate And your fingers look a little too great [Pre-Chorus] No silver rings, no diamond shine Just salty skin on the feeding line [Chorus] Miss, your fingers look like tasty sausages I’m a seal, not a gentleman, sorry for the damages No romance, no second chances Just instincts, teeth, and bad manners [Verse] Leather collar, punk rock soul Born in the waves, I can’t control You say “easy, boy”, you say “behave” But evolution’s louder than what you say [Pre-Chorus] I tried to sit, I tried to stay But snack-shaped thoughts got in the way [Chorus] Miss, your fingers look like tasty sausages I’m a seal, not a gentleman, sorry for the damages No romance, no second chances Just instincts, teeth, and bad manners [Bridge] Not love, not hate Just lunch confusion A tragic case Of food illusion [Chorus] Miss, your fingers look like tasty sausages Seal boi problems, seal boi promises If I bite - it’s not personal Just nature being unprofessional [Outro] Seal boi syndicate , we don’t apologize We just see the world through hungry eyes [Chorus] Miss, your fingers look like tasty sausages Seal boi problems, seal boi promises Miss, your fingers look like tasty sausages Seal boi problems, seal boi promises Miss, your fingers look like tasty sausages Seal boi problems, seal boi promises Don't say anything - it's not personal. But nature is unprofessional.
