Pleasant dreams, my sweet
Hear my song, my call
Let my voice draw you
Betwi'xt the rocks of safety
'Cross't a sea of desire
To the isle of sirens
My sisters and I entreat thee
To allow us our pleasure
And fill your every whim
If only, sailor,
Should you flee your boat behind
And sit upon the shore
With me awhile
Sure am I
Will you have no inclination
To return from whence you came
Should you come to me
And allow me to satiate
The appetites of many
Upon your deliciously
Desirable flesh
Oh sailor, you are weary
Let me relieve your tension
And remove your anguish...