Beachball

Tonights alive
The beachball is set to fly
Those well-tequillad guys
Who smile at strangers.

tes souhaits
tes amours chri
You give a little sneeze and dance the rhu-rhu-rhu-rhu-rhumba

This life is sweet.
Youre dancin in the street.
Who knows who we might meet?
Youre too fine.

The little weekends here.
Thursday has an ear.
Her coffee-clash career, she talks to strangers.

And kissing by the sea.
Particular to me.
ti punch, mojito, sling and dance the rhu-rhu-rhu-rhu-rhumba.

This life is sweet.
Youre dancin in the street.
Who knows who, you and me
Youre too fine.

We flash the seaside sky
With starfish butterflies
To cast a spell and
Welcome locals
Weekenders and strangers.

Youre too fine.
Youre too fine.
Youre too fine.