Theres plenty of girls in the sea
And plenty of seeds in a lemon
The trick is in trying to stay free
When its never that great to begin with
The surgeon performs precise little cuts
But hes never perfect, hes thinking too much
And its really no comfort to me
Theres plenty of girls in the sea
Theres plenty of girls in the sea
And plenty of those are not women
As soon as you get yourself free
Then somebody stops you from swimming
The lifeguard admits, his whistle in hand
That it isnt the muscle, and it isnt the tan
No, its whatever you want it to be
Theres plenty of girls in the sea
Ah, the passionate painter will say with a brush
Its best to accept it, and not make a fuss
Just cause the grass wasnt green
Yeah, theres plenty of girls in the sea
Theres plenty of girls in the sea
And plenty of clowns in the village
The trick is to try to be free
And tend to the void, dont just fill it
The bartender concedes, from inside his vest
That none of the best ones were ever the best
So keep it short, simple and sweet
Cause theres plenty of girls in the sea
Plenty girls
In the sea
Yeah, its plenty of girls in the sea
Plenty girls
In the sea
Oh, theres plenty of girls in the sea
Plenty girls
In the sea
Its plenty of girls in the sea
Plenty of girls
Whatever you want to be