Sell a rock to the sea shore where the shells sell and tolls bell, I mean the bells toll, and at crack of dawn when the shades are up & the signs are out that rock you sold to the shoreside will be another holder for a peace of mind.
Only peace comes to those who seek, she who sells shells is pretty meek, so the Earth is hers up the ladder she climbs, sittin' pretty on that beach just readin' the times about a girl she once knew who sold some shells and now she's, livin' large on first avenue.
She doesn't wanna be president, because that means settin' prescedents, and she's happy with just bein present teachin' lessons to little boys and little girls how to be more than pinstripes & a string of pearls. She never sold shells for money, no, you see, it was so she could be by the sea.
The money's green, sky and sea are blue, that's where you'll find her when not on first avenue; she's by the sea with her toes in the sand, rememberin' all the times she scraped by and all those quiet nights broken by her cries. She doesn't sell shells anymore, she just collects them for her son who's on tour <3
