All I smell's Hawaiian Tropic
My vision seems very myopic
Bikini girls my visions topic
It's time to hit the surf
Lime and salty margaritas
Hot and **** senoritas
Bikini girls my visions greeters
It's time to hit the surf
Sitting here upon the beach
These women are just out of reach
In my mind I'd love to teach
But...you're the one I love
Tanned, long limbed and in the water
There's one beauty, I wish I'd caught her
Still, I think she's someone's daughter
I wish that you were here
Sitting here was all unplanned
Where all I see is surf and sand
It's heaven in this tropic land
I wish that you were here
Sitting here upon the beach
These women are just out of reach
In my mind I'd love to teach
But...you're the one I love
Ray Bans cover up my eyes
As I stare upon their oiled up thighs
I hear them yell and hear their cries
Youthful beauty at it's best
A boat drink full of Cuban ***
Brings me back to why I'd come
It leaves me feeling rather numb
I'm glad I'm here alone
Sitting here upon the beach
These women are just out of reach
In my mind I'd love to teach
Now I know why we split up.
Sep 4, 2012
Sep 4, 2012 at 7:09 PM UTC
All I smell's Hawaiian Tropic
My vision seems very myopic
Bikini girls my visions topic
It's time to hit the surf
Lime and salty margaritas
Hot and **** senoritas
Bikini girls my visions greeters
It's time to hit the surf
Sitting here upon the beach
These women are just out of reach
In my mind I'd love to teach
But...you're the one I love
Tanned, long limbed and in the water
There's one beauty, I wish I'd caught her
Still, I think she's someone's daughter
I wish that you were here
Sitting here was all unplanned
Where all I see is surf and sand
It's heaven in this tropic land
I wish that you were here
Sitting here upon the beach
These women are just out of reach
In my mind I'd love to teach
But...you're the one I love
Ray Bans cover up my eyes
As I stare upon their oiled up thighs
I hear them yell and hear their cries
Youthful beauty at it's best
A boat drink full of Cuban ***
Brings me back to why I'd come
It leaves me feeling rather numb
I'm glad I'm here alone
Sitting here upon the beach
These women are just out of reach
In my mind I'd love to teach
Now I know why we split up.
This is not auto-biographical by any means. I am not a beach person, and am happily married.
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