there are plenty of fish in the sea but girls like us dont grow on trees we sip peach champagne til we aint that shy youve got a 20 in yr pocket and mischief in your eyes cheap champagne til we aint that shy ive got a clover in my locket and cherries in my sprite there are plenty of fish in the sea but girls like us dont grow on trees i aint a prophet but we gotta keep our eyes on the prize my magic 8 ball said that things are gonna turn out alright the futures shining like a jar of fucking fireflies dont waste another minute thinking bout that girl with your guy there are plenty of fish in the sea but girls like us dont grow on trees