Ooh
Saw Angel, saw a bottle, little Mary
Four-four euros from a tool shed,
side shop run by
Some guy who spoke neither English nor
Portuguese with eyes fixed on a rainy game
Fixed on a rainy game
The water nearly ripped my legs off out there
Surf students in the fray valiantly ripped
Saw a little dude swimming *** in a cove with his wife
So that was where I went
And splashed back home right in
And splashed back home right in And splashed back home right in
And splashed back home right in
Maria da Si with me
Guadalupe on her knees
My nights suck fruit off a tree Swim donuts
round this island faster than your sailboat can
She smiled and yelled with me,
a saltwater thrashed us
And let me borrow her generosity Saw Angel,
saw a bottle,
little Mary
Four-four euros,
four-four euros,
four Four-four, four-four, four-four, four-four,
four
Open your heart,
be a saint to me
I'm high and foreign and in
absentee I'm dying for something holy
Borrow your sweet hyperbole