My Octopus

Won’t you be my octopus?
Won’t you climb about my walls?
Won’t you catch me with your tentacles
If ever I should fall?

Won’t you sing until I fall asleep
Every single night?
My octopus, I must confess,
I love to hold you tight.

I can’t stand to see you out around
With any other guy.
I will give you sixteen tissues
If I ever see you cry.

And if you’re busy doing genius stuff
Cause octopods are smart
Then I’ll wipe those tears right up for you
Cause babe, you own my heart.