You Were My Fiji (Vanderslice John)

Oh we kissed only once, In your stripped out apartment, You sold your furniture, So we kissed on the carpet. It's like a whaling ship Oh, is being on tour you know, Next day you gotta set sail In your 350 Ford You were my fiji, O believe me Those hours with you they Only expand O you, you were my fiji O believe me But I fell in love with Somebody else's sand Somebody else's dry land You're a stripper now, In new orleans Fucking whale sank my van and Took my shipmates into the sea.