Shes got a style, that all the boys still think about. It drives them wild, to think that they are missing out. She's got a boyfriend, unless its the weekend in that case than anything goes. I've got habit, of playing a part in the secret that he doesn't know. Does it make a difference? She could still go it alone, As long as I live in the undertow. And baby you could bury me under the sea, But I'll always believe that you're still what I need. It's no surprise, that everyone is powerless against her eyes. They want to grant her every wish, but she's got a boyfriend; Except for the weekends in that case than anything goes, And I've got a habit of playing a part in the secrets that he doesn't know. Slow down. Slow down. She could still go it alone, As long as I live in the undertow. And baby you could bury me under the sea, But I'll always believe that you're still what I need. So bury me under, bury me under and I will never tell. Baby you could bury me under the sea, But I'll always believe that you're still what I need. She could still go it alone, As long as I live in the undertow. And baby you could bury me under the sea, Bury me under the sea, Baby you could bury me under the sea, But I'll always believe...