Rubbin' sunblock on my toes
Excuse my tropical tone right now
Ooo
We're going to the beach for me, not you
You could've left but I'm tying my shoes and I require three knots
You could never be too safe, I'm sayin'
I've got these chills looking for the row
Just give it time
Look, mom, stop
That's enough
Alright maybe nine more, poor girl she doesn't know it though
But she's pretty much a star now
Hey look, the stars are out, tight
Huh, quite cool I do know a little bit of trivia
Capital of Bolivia
Capital port of Ithica
Checking these interwebs nauseously
Stroking my chin quite cautiously
An expert in skin-tight apologies
What else don't I know
Rubbin' sunblock on my toes
Excuse my tropical tone right now
Ooo
We're going to the beach for me, not you
You could've left but I'm tying my shoes and I require three knots
You could never be too safe, I'm sayin'
I've got these chills looking for the row
Just give it time
I really thought this wasn't gonna be cool, but I was wrong
Of course
My voice is hoarse
I've been squawkin a lot, you talk city cool
Man I'm like barn boy polite, farm boy for life
Yarn boy survived, knife in the backseat
Grab bag, feelin' like I'm Jake Gyllenhall
Swear to God, palutena with your English
Rubbin' sunblock on my toes
Excuse my tropical tone right now
Ooo
We're going to the beach for me, not you
You could've left but I'm tying my shoes and I require three knots
You could never be too safe, I'm sayin'
I've got these chills looking for the row
Just give it time
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