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[Verse 1] |
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She's feeling kind of sad |
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But she don't wanna tell no-one |
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'Cos everybody's having fun |
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She's taking all her savings |
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To come out to the islands |
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And catch a little sun |
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Fancy someone like her |
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Falling for a real surfer |
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Who only cares about himself |
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And the waves there'll be tomorrow |
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Poor silly city girl |
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This is no commercial |
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It's gonna hurt big time |
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[Chorus] |
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So pack your bags |
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Get outta bed |
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And find yourself |
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Another crazy adventure |
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Don't be fooled |
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'cos he chose you |
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It's the price you pay |
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When you wanna walk the cute guy |
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You wanna walk the cute guy |
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You wanna walk the cute guy |
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You wanna walk the cute guy |
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[Verse 2] |
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A puberts magazine |
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Won't make her survive |
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Holiday heartbreak |
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It's time she hit the mini bar |
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All the tiny bottles |
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The tasty Toblerone |
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Will help heel the bleeding scar |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 3] |
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The sun and the sand |
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All those drinks in your hand |
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Must have made you forget |
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That this is NOT the mainland |
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And you are a one night stand |
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And it's hard to take |
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It's even harder to fake |
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That your body is acking |
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And you're full of hate |
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But now it's too late... |
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Your man is dancing with another... |
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[Chorus] |