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thinking, what's your campaign? Champagne makes tipsy Patron might make me sick. Attitude and vodka does the trick. Somebody pour me a *** on the beach, *** on the beach. I wanna have *** on the beach
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thinking, what's your campaign? Champagne makes tipsy Patron might make me sick. Attitude and vodka does the trick. Somebody pour me a *** on the beach, *** on the beach. I wanna have *** on the beach
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, you?. Got my mind on your body. And your body on my mind. Got a taste for the cherry. I just need to take a bite. Don't tell your mother. Kiss one another. Die for each other. We're cool for the summer
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. Loitering on cliffs, thinking about stuff like,. Screwing you on the beach at night. x2 One milkshake, two straws. Fuckings cool, but Jimmy's the romantic type. Loitering on cliffs, thinking about stuff
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Song Blood On Your Cool - Iggy Pop, The Trolls. Sun shinin' on my Rolls. Why living I don't know. Two-thirds habitual. One-third is ritual. How cool are the songs i sing. How cool is anything. Good
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Crying crying crying teardrops drop Crying crying crying teardrops drop Crying crying crying teardrops drop Crying crying crying teardrops drop. Boy on the beach is crying Boy on the beach cries a
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tonight, feels impossible. But it's comin' down, no sound, it's all around. Like snow on the beach. Like snow on the beach. Like snow on the beach. Like snow, (ah), ah. This scene feels like what I once saw
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, let the town crier cry. And if it's on a ditty, this is what I'll reply In the cool, cool, cool of the evening, tell 'em I'll be there. In the cool, cool, cool of the evening, better save a chair. Oh
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' beautiful. Flying in a dream. Stars by the pocketful. You wanting me. Tonight feels impossible. But it's comin' down. No sound, it's all around. Post-Chorus Taylor Swift, Lana Del Rey. Like snow on the beach
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cool in you. Cool in you, cool in. This for the chill in you. Cool in you, cool, cool, cool, cool Looking on back at all the changes. That I put you through. Any other girl in your position. Show
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Between the eyes of love I call your name. Behind the guarded walls I used to go. Upon a summer wind there's a certain melody. Takes me back to the place that I know. Down on the beach. . The
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, o'er me. On the dry and dusty road,. The nights we spend apart alone. I need to get back home to cool, cool rain. I can't sleep and I lay and I think,. The night is hot and black as ink. Oh God, I need a
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. Cool jerk, come on people, cool jerk. When you see me walkin down the street. Then you think twice and then the next beat. On the chance that they don't make it work. Cause they know I'm the king of
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, o'er me. On the dry and dusty road,. The nights we spend apart alone. I need to get back home to cool, cool rain. I can't sleep and I lay and I think,. The night is hot and black as ink. Oh God, I need a
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might go. 'Til we take it all the way Cool the engines. Cool the engines. Cool the engines Cool the engines. Cool the engines. Cool the engines. Better cool it down Cool the engines And now we're on
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might go. 'Til we take it all the way Cool the engines. Cool the engines. Cool the engines Cool the engines. Cool the engines. Cool the engines. Better cool it down Cool the engines And now we're on
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off a wall. Who'll never be together again Einstein's down on the beach staring into the sand. 'Cause everything he believes in is shattered. What you fear in the night in the day comes to call
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beach. Surf, surf. (Whoooo!). Surf, surf crazy!. (Surf, surf, surf). (Surf, surf crazy). Ride the perfect wave!. Say "hi" to the sky!. (Ride the perfect wave right). (To the sky). Surf, sun, sand. Its a
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Jones Beach, 1988, come on! Do you remember or should I rewind?. To that summer when you caught my eye. I played it cool, the weather was hot. You had the beauty and the beach on lock With your
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Intro Under The Paving Stones The Beach contains no lyrics
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I'll be back at Echo Beach some day. . On a silent summer evening. The sky's alive with light. Building in the distance. Surrealistic sight. On Echo Beach. Waves make the only sound. On Echo
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this Cohiba mami coolin' her heels. All she ever seem to do is play it cool f'real. She be pushin', pop vessel, and her shoes is ill. But her hand, keep slippin on the woodgrain wheel. But it's cool
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this Cohiba mami coolin' her heels. All she ever seem to do is play it cool f'real. She be pushin', pop vessel, and her shoes is ill. But her hand, keep slippin on the woodgrain wheel. But it's cool
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dig, Santa comes on big He'll come a callin' when the snow's the most. When all you cats are sleepin' warm as toast. And you gonna flip when Old Saint Nick. Incomprehensible a lick on the peppermint
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dig, Santa comes on big He'll come a callin' when the snow's the most. When all you cats are sleepin' warm as toast. And you gonna flip when Old Saint Nick. Incomprehensible a lick on the peppermint
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(jack hues) Well I'm sitting on a hillside. On the warmer side of cool. With the future laid before me. Like a green and misty jewel. And to climb above the tree line. Is only for the fools. So
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, daddy cool (x4). She's crazy about her daddy. She believes in him. She loves her daddy. (Daddy , daddy cool) (x4). Now come on and shake it on the floor. Cuz we've seen girls like you before. She's crazy
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parties on the strip. The up all nights and your sunrise kiss. Yeah I was a fool to think I could just move on. 'Cause you and the beach followed me home Still hear your words saying we can't do this
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I sailed an ocean, unsettled ocean. Through restful waters and deep commotion. Often frightened, unenlightened. Sail on, sail on, sailor. . I wrest the waters, fight Neptune's waters. Sail
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pace for me little woman. You're coming in to fast for me. Cool down the pace for me little woman. That's not how it should be I told her to try. I dunno why. She keep on trying be she can't. And
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pace for me little woman. You're coming in to fast for me. Cool down the pace for me little woman. That's not how it should be I told her to try. I dunno why. She keep on trying be she can't. And
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Between cool confusion. Kung fu in the car park. Could the weekend be losing. That reactive spark Even in the Shebeen. Or down in the meat rack. Longtime I feel cold. To send Cinderellas shoe
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Real sad story here y'all. Come on I pulled her into my right. And we rode down here. Maybe some sun, maybe some quality time. We've had a rocky year. She wasn't ready for me jumping on the bar
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' on a leash. No, oh-oh-oh. Chorus. (Take-take-take-take) Take me to the beach. Ah-ah-ah, you could have the mountains. Ah-ah-ah, you take the snow. Ah-ah-ah, it's way too cold. My heart is cold enough
