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I met a girl at the beach |
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It was underneath a blazing sun, |
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Just like usual I was looking for a little fun, |
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I was sitting and chilling out |
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And listening to the braking waves |
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Thats when the day really started to change |
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Rising out of the sea like Excaliburs sword, |
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All the men they're staring and the women they scorn |
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A glorious vision, the seventh deadly sin, |
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Tall, tanned and lovely like songs from Jobim |
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I started to gather my one thousand things, |
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The sands in my shoes and my skins' been burning |
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Its very different where I'm from |
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So its hard to be like a true beach bum |
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I just get dizzy in the midday sun |
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She seems to dance around, she's born for this place, |
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Always next to her she keeps the same old battered books |
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Sometimes right over her face |
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A beautiful full moon party |
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She lives in the light of day |
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And is she reading 'A Picture of Dorian Gray' |
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Okay |
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She's a towering inferno of restless energy |
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But she's as patient as students of ornithology |
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She seems to wait for nothing but the close of the day |
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Then all of a sudden, just like I had prayed |
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I see her start to look my way |
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I'm as self-conscious and nervous as a first time virgin drug smuggler |
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I'm doing my best to keep my eyes from constantly being obvious and staring at her |
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I play with my phone, start texting a mate, |
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I hope they call back, that sucks |
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Cause I'm here, she's hot and its great |
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I take a little walk, over to the bar on the beach |
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The other English guys are as burnt as me |
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I order a beer 'cause I'm feeling real thirsty |
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I know it should be water 'cause this'll dehydrate me |
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To my surprise as I am sitting here |
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She sits right down right next to me and orders a beer |
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She speaks just like a native girl, she's humming a song |
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I'm resisting every tempting moment where I'm thinking I can just sing right along |
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Singing along |
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And now I can't believe it |
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But she asked me where I'm from, |
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Her accent is thick |
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I definitely wasn't wrong, |
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I tell her I'm from London |
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And she seems impressed |
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We start joking about the cold |
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The wind, the rain and the fog |
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Well all I try and do is stop staring at her chest |
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She'd love to move away and pursue her career |
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She studied at the university over here |
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She said she had some trouble getting hold of a visa |
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I said I would marry her, seem to please her |
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It was all going well so I ordered some shots (shots) |
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It went straight to my head 'cause I was tired and hot (hot) |
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This girl she had no problems with all of the tequila |
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I was just so shamelessly trying to feed her |
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I knew I was mangled when I tried to stand |
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I had double vision and the room span |
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She grabbed my arm to keep me steady |
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And she asked me in that cute voice "Are you feeling horny?" |
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We were staggering up the four flights of stairs together |
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I began to imagine me pursuing pleasure |
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As we entered the room she began to undress |
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She seductively asked me to turn around quickly to increase the suspense |
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Closing my eyes was like entering a vortex |
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Was I even going to manage to get through the sex |
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And so before it even all began |
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She battered me over the head with the bedside lamp |
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I awoke the next morning |
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And I was feeling like crap |
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All that was left was the shirt on my back |
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She must have spiked my drink |
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I could feel it in my throat |
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On the side of the table she'd left me a note |
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Thanks for last night, I don't need a visa |
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Why would I move, life is just easier |
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There's no moral in this tale |
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Which I guess is a shame |
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Cause the truth be told |
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I'd probably do it again |
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I'd probably do it again |
