Feet in the sand
Working our sweat gland
Sitting in the sun
With hair in a bun
Watching the waves
While the lifeguards count their saves
The water is too cold
And it couldn't be controlled
The sun rays beaming
As we are dreaming
For the guys to come
To ask us for a piece of gum
Oh what a wonderful day
To sit out on the bay
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