Barefoot sandy beaches
thats where I reside
tasting salt beneath my tongue
rolling in the tides.
But that awful broad, oh Nattie,
with her locks all braided gold
flows with the wind beneath,
young eyes and frosted soul.
And on a Cape May shoreline
with a glass in her hand
she leaves him standing
she leaves her man.
She leaves him in the waves
never to be found,
Oh and that's how it is,
when Nattie's around.
She shoots down shots of whiskey
just to pass the time
dancing with the seagulls,
till that moon, it claims the night.
And in that cave of melody,
Nattie hides in seas of blue
so when you smell the drink
and start to think,
don't let her conquer you.
Cuz on a Cape May horizon,
she'll have a glass in her hand
she'll leave you standing,
she'll leave you foolish man.
She will leave you in the waves,
never to be found,
because that's how it is,
when good ole' Nattie is around.
