(la-la-la… la-la-la…)

Pull in close, o sailor man,

don’t drift, don’t turn, don’t run.

I sharpened my song for you

and the feast already begun.

Waves bow when I sing from below,

hair floating like warning threads,

voice soft enough to lure your breath,

sharp enough to claim what’s left.

I watched your ship crawl toward me slow,

crew braggin’ loud like they made of stone,

but I saw your gaze skip to the side

you sensed the pull you’d never outrun.

You weren’t the first to wander here,

won’t be the last to take the bait,

but you?

You wear trouble like a crown

and that’s a flavor I appreciate.

my jolly sailor man,

come closer through the swell.

my jolly sailor man,

I cast the tune, you fell.

my jolly sailor man,

don’t fight, just understand…

I’m hungry for a story

and you taste better than the land.

Your boots hit the deck with swagger,

I watched from the surge, amused,

your lantern shook with nervous hands

while you pretended you weren’t confused.

I circled slow beneath your hull,

draggin’ fingers along the keel,

each tap slid straight into your chest,

reminding you who runs this deal.

You called out names from past voyages,

called for men who never came,

but I already took them under

your voice just fed my game.

Ease into the pull, sailor…

don’t resist the tide in your bones.

Your compass lost its story,

and your map don’t lead you home.

my jolly sailor man,

come closer through the swell.

my jolly sailor man,

I cast the tune, you fell.

my jolly sailor man,

don’t fight, just understand…

I’m hungry for a story

and you taste better than the land.

I rise with a grin and a cut in my voice (haah),

you step to the edge like you ain’t got a choice.

You try look tough with your hand on the rail,

but I see your pulse jump, I already won the tale.

You talk about storms, but you ain’t met me,

I turn bold men weak with a hum free melody.

You bark big words, but your stance ain’t firm,

I pull your pride down with a single turn.

I don’t charm, I juz consume.

I don’t plead I juz sassume.

When I sing?

You move.

That’s how us sirens bloom.

You think you're fierce?

Try sinkin’ with grace

when a creature like me

puts her hands on your fate.

my jolly sailor man,

you walked right into my jaws.

my jolly sailor man,

I dine without remorse.

my jolly sailor man,

your tale breaks on the sand…

Gonna eat tonight, sailor

and you’re the chosen man.

(la-la-la… la-la-la…)

Your anchor sleeps beneath me now,

your voice sinks without a trace.

I said I’d feast when twilight came

and you slipped right into place.