We took our cars, met at the ocean
For tan on skin, and some hours with bae
Blue open skies, horny emotions
We shoulda picked a secret beach

We need relief, from the blankets we scorch on
Play ducks and drakes, sweat in the heat
She takes a dive, chilling her red thong
We're out of doors, it's time to skeet

Will we ever cool down?
We play with our squirt guns
Crazed out, under lack of ozone
Hidebound maturity's on the run

Later we might cool down
From playing with squirt guns
Glazed out, in an algae type tone
Tar from sedulity in the sun

Bae is on the shore with me
(Got shoved, sort of)
She's as hot as she can be
(Got doved, kind of)

I'm going down, another revival
No time for tweets, ignore birds and bees
We're both to blame, our wetware is wired
To run the charts, and hit the streams

Can we make a third round?
Still play with our squirt guns
All-out, as we're hot in the zone
Home bound can wait 'til the day is done

Maybe we'll be tazed down
While emptying squirt guns
Called out, as the fuses are blown
Beach-bummed security sends us home

Bae is going home with me
(She's shoved, sort of)
She's as wet as she can be
(She's doved, kind of)
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