IRC-Galleria

Here by the sea and sand,
nothing every goes as planned.
I just couldn't face going home.
It was such a drag of my own.

They finally threw me out
my mom got drunk on stout.
My dad couldn't stand on two feet
as he lectured about morality.
And now i guess the family complete
with me hanging out on the street,
or here on the beach.

The girl i love
is a perfect dresser.
Wears every fashion, gets in to the tee.
Heavens above
i got to match her,
She knows just how she wants her man to be
leave it to me.

My jackets gonna' be cut slim and check
maybe a touch of seersucker and a open neck
i ride a GS scooter and my haircuts neat
i wear my war time coat in the wind and sleet.

I see her dance
across the ballroom.
UV-lights making starshine out of her smile.
I'm the face
she has to know me.
I'm dressed up better than anyone
within a mile.

So how come the other tickets look much better
without a penny to spend, they dress to the letter.
And how come the girls come on oh so cool,
yet when you meet e'm, everyones a fool.

Come sleep on the beach,
stay within my reach.
I just wanna' die with you here
i'm feeling so high with you here.
I'm wet and i'm cold
but thank god i aint' old!
Why didn't i say what i mean
i should have split home at fifteen.
There's a story that the grass is so green,
what have i seen,
where have i been!

Nothing is planned by the sea and the sand!