Selkies are not real.
There are no ladies who can unrobe their skin like a dress.
To come alive at night to dance,
In magical groves with their sisters.
There are no ladies who can unrobe their skin like a dress.
None that are so beautiful that it’s painful to look at them,
In magical groves with their sisters.
There are no men that fall in love with them.
None that are so beautiful that it’s painful to look at them,
To see them would be to want them.
There are no men that fall in love with them,
That take them home to be their wives.
To see them would be to want them.
What a cruel and twisted fate; for the men,
That take them home to be their wives.
If they have the skin, they have the girl.
What a cruel and twisted fate; for the men
Want a happy life of domestic bliss.
If they have the skin, they have the girl.
But no one can control the unreal.
Want a happy life of domestic bliss?
Do not capture and subjugate!
But no one can control the unreal.
This love cannot be permanent.
Do not capture and subjugate.
No matter how hard you try,
This love cannot be permanent
Selkies are not real.
