Subbacultcha

I was looking handsome
Now we live on the sea and relax and ride the tack
Her warm white belly in the life

Drug running on this Panamanian schooner
Way down in this subbacultcha
And we listen to the sea and look at the sky in a poetic kind of way
She's like jellyroll like sculpture
Saving for my scrapbook here
She was looking like an erotic vulture
We did the clubs what ass
What you call it when you look at the sky in a poetic kind of way?
Way down, down, down in this subbacultcha
I was all dressed in black, she was all dressed up in black
I was hoping to have her in the sack

She walks the deck in a black dress and me I dress up in black
I was wearing eyeliner, she was wearing eyeliner
I'd lived had seen nothing
Finer she shakes and she moves me or something
Every thing was fine down here
It was so good down here
What you call it here, call it what you will here