| Paint your nails, sunglasses and a day crew
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| Off the show to cover up, it ain’t hard to
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| Soak it all in, I take a picture
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| In my mind, like a permanent fixture
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| Beach ball with a picnic table
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| Paper cups full of platinum labels
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| Shots, umbrella, blue shade
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| We came all this way
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| To see the waves break
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| Half a mile away babe
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| While we twist a little lime in a cold Corona
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| Let that take the moment over
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| Wash it away in that sugar sand haze all afternoon
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| Yeah, hang and chill
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| Ain’t nobody else got this kind of view
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| Watching the sun kiss you
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| Every round we sink a little deeper
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| Red Red Wine playing through the speakers
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| Lean in and taste the salt from your lips
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| From the last round margarita sip
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| Girl, you make me wanna stay out here
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| Till the sunset disappears
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| Kind of drunk, just talking 'bout nothing
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| Baby, maybe when they left stars out
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| We’ll close up but right now
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| Let’s just twist a little lime in a cold Corona
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| Let that take the moment over
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| Wash it away in that sugar sand haze all afternoon
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| Yeah, hang and chill
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| Ain’t nobody else got this kind of view
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| Watching the sun kiss you
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| Let’s just twist a little lime in a cold Corona
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| Let that take the moment over
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| Just wash it away in that sugar sand haze all afternoon
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| Yeah, hang and chill
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| Nobody in the world got this kind of view
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| Watching the sun kiss you
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| Ain’t nobody in the world got this kind of view
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| Watching the sun kiss you |