| So just watchin' her blonde hair, sun burnt, stare at them, white caps rolling
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| over
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| Laid back in a thrift store beach chair, droppin' limes in a Corona
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| Well, she looks back, yeah, she throws me a kiss, like «Honey, I sure want you.»
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| And it’s a hundred and three between her and me and only 92 in Daytona
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| And it’s sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, slow tide rollin'
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| White sand, cold can, koozie in my hand, just a summertime strolling
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| Chillin', breezing, sippin', singin' whoa
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| Beachin'
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| We got 2-for-1s, we’re at a Margarita bar, whatever happens happens
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| And there’s a reggae band, full of dread heads, just sittin' in the corner
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| laughin'
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| Well, my baby walks over, drops a 20 in a jar, she smiles and shakes it at me
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| Yeah, she gets 'em goin', she gets 'em playin' a little «Don't Worry, Be Happy»
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| And it’s sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, slow tide rollin'
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| White sand, cold can, koozie in my hand, just a summertime strolling
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| Chillin', breezing, sippin', singin' whoa
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| Beachin'
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| Ha ha aww yeah… a little palm tree leaning
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| I got a Margarita here in my hand, doin' a little drinkin'
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| Talkin' 'bout sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, slow tide rollin'
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| White sand, cold can, koozie in my hand, just a summertime strolling
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| Chillin', breezing, sippin', singin' whoa,
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| Beachin'
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| Sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, slow tide rollin'
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| White sand, cold can, koozie in my hand |