When you leave this coast
Take me with you
Because I can’t live with your ghost
She’s too much like you
She’s building pyramids on water skis
And we both know that I’ve got bad knees
Some tricks I won’t do
So I’m swimming back to you
Soaking wet
And fully intercoastal
But I still can’t forget
Your farewell toast,
You were down on the beach
With bright red knees
And when you dropped anchor you dropped me
Now my flag flies blue
So I’m swimming back to you
You’re made of water
I’m made of sand
Don’t grit your teeth
Just let me kiss your
Watery hands
Stop washing me away
You’re made of water
I’m made of sand
Don’t grit your teeth
Just let me kiss your
Watery hands
Stop washing me away
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