Sick of this thickest sand,
special it's savoury taste
Stuck to the towel,
away from the mess
Came up with excuses,
pretend that I ain't improvised
Waiting for sandballs, straight in the eye
There isn't a slightest chance that you love him
Yeah, there is no * way that you love him
Against all appearances,
aces up his sleeve
Decoration words,
such a lovely boy
There isn't a slightest chance that you love him
Yeah, there is no * way
that you love him
Against all appearances,
aces up his sleeve
Decoration words,
such a lovely boy
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