Verse 1 We came aboard with rings still bright, A honeymoon beneath the lights. I knew something was up right from the gate, He acted in a hurry and intentionally vague. We asked for ten—you heard an hour, Flash after flash, you worked your power. Then down a hallway, out of sight, You shut the door and killed the night. Pre-Chorus A quiet room, a practiced grin, A trap dressed up as "just come in." You spread your paper, set the bait— We came for pictures, not a negotiating game. Chorus No pen! No paper! No deal! We're not your numbers on a wheel! No push! No pitch! No hidden price! We came to sail, not roll the dice! No pen! No paper! We walk! No pressure dressed up as friendly talk! You want our yes? Then hear us clear: No high-pressure sales—especially here! Verse 2 Ninety-nine dollars for one frame, Twenty-five more to play your game. We asked for three, you barely bent— A token discount, every dollar spent. You wrote it down, then crossed it out, Like we should thank you for the route. My new wife's eyes began to shine— Not from the ocean, not this time. Pre-Chorus She tried to smile; her throat went tight. Three little pictures—that's all we might. And you kept pushing, inch by inch, While joy turned cold beneath the pitch. Chorus No pen! No paper! No deal! We're not your numbers on a wheel! No push! No pitch! No hidden price! We came to sail, not roll the dice! No pen! No paper! We walk! No pressure dressed up as friendly talk! You want our yes? Then hear us clear: No high-pressure sales—especially here! Bridge Husband angry, wife near tears, Salesman trapped behind his rehearsed good cheer. Nobody wins when the door shuts tight, And a honeymoon turns into a fight. You can keep your glossy prints, Your "last chance" lines, your discount hints. The sea was calling; we should've been gone— Instead you kept us bargaining on and on. Breakdown If I see that pen come out— I'm gone! If I see that paper hit the table— I'm gone! No soft voice, no closing line, No "let me see what I can find"— I'm gone! I'm gone! I'm gone! Final Chorus No pen! No paper! No deal! We're not your numbers on a wheel! No push! No pitch! No hidden price! We came to sail, not roll the dice! No pen! No paper! We walk! No pressure dressed up as friendly talk! You want our yes? Then hear us clear: No high-pressure sales—especially here! Outro We came for the waves, for the sky, for the two of us— Not a used-car lot in a quiet room. No pen. No paper. No deal.
