I'm packing up my Coppertone and RayBans
Heading out to the edge of dry land
I was down there just last spring
During tourist season
Gotta get back there again
But for a different reason
It ain't the sailboats, out on the water
It ain't the taste of the Pina Coloads
It ain't the fishin', that I've been missin'
Not the island sand, or the ocean view
I'm coming back for you
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We're going out of our minds in the moonlight
Tanned bodies, tangled all up; all night
I remember that gentle breeze
Playing with your long hair
And how you said you'd wait for me
By the morning, I'll be there
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