You've always thought the first time was that night on the boat   Cramped up in the bottom bunk while she slept above   I suppose it's more glamorous out at sea under the moon   Instead of pissed at a party while they laughed there instead      Twenty-three years of foreplay led up to this   But sometimes I envy my friends, sometimes I see a world of opportunity   And what if it stays out there anchored in the middle of nowhere   Maybe we should arrange to meet somewhere   You go out with yours, I'll go out with mine      You always thought the first time was on the boat   And you don't even like boats   When we got one on holiday all you could say was don't go out too far   And what if it never comes back? It just stays out there on the sea   All my favorite memories are of you and all the best times were with you   But sometimes I see a world of opportunity   And I envy my friends, twenty-three years of foreplay led up to this   What if, if it comes back?