cruising down the road with my player blasting me and Eric just soaking up the sun palm trees blowing in the cool Miami breeze God I am lucky just so lucky to be one
loved by so many more than I deserve and yet I sometimes **** and moan it's time for all of that to change I think I'll call the flower on the phone
wishing she was here the wind in her hair and she is only in my heart and mind but that makes it all the more special as I breathe in the salty air so fine
yes I love the ocean and I love the sea I love the ones who show special care I love the islands and I love the sun but boy do I hate tight underwear
gonna have to pull over and readjust maybe pull in here and stop for a beer wow look at that view from the garden in back Ocean Boulevard how I love being here