I just wanna drink beer on
the beach and dig you in the night,
your arms around my waist and the
salt of the ocean foam to get us high
I wanna curl up on your brown
legs and feel the waves lap
at my feet from europe or africa
or somewhere, we'll find a clean white hotel
out there on Coastal Highway and I've
got so much energy it's crackling
from my finger tips, I'll shock you
I'll paint madness and hapiness and love
all across the sea-fogged-over stars
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