It was at the party where we first met.
I wasn't feeling it, but you did.
Thank goodness, you threw your number down.
I didn't mean to call you; my phone glitched.
But I don't regret it.
Chorus:
Now we're sitting in the bay drinking away our sun days,
Seeing the boats rocking in the sea.
The band plays a song about falling in love,
But I'm not thinking about that, I'm thinking this is the best vacation I've ever had
_______
Now you're climbing up on me like a puppy saying I'm the cutest girl,
Saying you will miss my kiss, and you wouldn't trade our time for the world.
It's a shame I live far away, and we can't continue this,
My hotel key needs to be returned to the lobby, and I got to go home,
But I don't wanna go,
Gotta enjoy what's left of your lips.
Chorus
Now this Sunday has turned to a Saturday and it’s a goodbye we can't withstand.
I'll always have that picture of us and the memories on the sand.
You in your board shorts and me dressed to ****
I won't stay another night.
Oh hell yes I will.
Chorus
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 10:07 PM UTC
It was at the party where we first met.
I wasn't feeling it, but you did.
Thank goodness, you threw your number down.
I didn't mean to call you; my phone glitched.
But I don't regret it.
Chorus:
Now we're sitting in the bay drinking away our sun days,
Seeing the boats rocking in the sea.
The band plays a song about falling in love,
But I'm not thinking about that, I'm thinking this is the best vacation I've ever had
_______
Now you're climbing up on me like a puppy saying I'm the cutest girl,
Saying you will miss my kiss, and you wouldn't trade our time for the world.
It's a shame I live far away, and we can't continue this,
My hotel key needs to be returned to the lobby, and I got to go home,
But I don't wanna go,
Gotta enjoy what's left of your lips.
Chorus
Now this Sunday has turned to a Saturday and it’s a goodbye we can't withstand.
I'll always have that picture of us and the memories on the sand.
You in your board shorts and me dressed to ****
I won't stay another night.
Oh hell yes I will.
Chorus
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