Salt Air

He:
While I'm calmely sitting pretty
In my office in the city
Sentimental matters never seem to bother me

She:
You've no need to be heroic
When in town I'm such a soic
That I only want a man around to father me

He:
Then explain, my dear, why is it
When I even smell the sea
I become so damned erotic
If you knew me you'd agree

She:
Do you suffer to surrender
To someone who's sweet and tender?

He:
Yes, I suddenly discover
I was born to be a lover

She:
How exciting, how appealing
I can understand that feeling
For the ocean has the same effect on me

Salt air
Just a whiff of salt air
And within me somewhere
Voices sing
"You're all upset, go out and get that thing."
So swear
To be perfectly square
If I start a big love affair
It's nobody's fault
It's the fault of the salt air

Salt air, it's a fact I can't explain
Just a whiff of salt air goes completely to my brain
And within me somewhere such inflammatory
Voices sing
"You're all upset, go out and get that thing."
So swear by the dear old Pater's dust
To be perfectly square, it's an effort but one must
If I start a big love affair - love affair
It's nobody's fault
It's the fault of the salt air