I felt like a fish out of water
While others got their catch
From the great fishing holes
Known as the social traps
Where each found a match

They always talked about
comparing fish size 'n looks
How they'd thrown back in
Fish that didn't 'measure up'
were taken off their hooks.

I never really enjoyed that way
On a scale of zero to ten
Parties, clubs around a three
'meet' or fish markets I felt
Was a fake way to hook men

So I went fishing by myself
Dangling my line and hook
Look what was on my line
A young male, and soon I fell
For him and his virginal look

I dived under the water with him
He was the perfect one to see
His lower half was nicely shaped
With a strong and powerful fin
This mermaid's true mate will be