The Island Years

Saunter over to a samba Let's sway our hips over vivid aqua tile Your dress, painted birds and guava, ah My hands are lost in the wild (ooh) If the storm won't let up, we might just stay a while Swept away out on the isle Oh, my marooned mamacita Let's fall off the grid, you and I We'll fake our deaths and live out our days on the island Just like Elvis Oh, with a nice lifelong alibi If the storm won't let up, we might just stay a while Swept away out on the isle Put a leash on my restless nature Tie me up, tie me down And feed the animal in me You can ride me up into the high tide You got me swimming in ecstasy If the storm won't let up, we might just stay a while Swept away out on the isle Livin' it up Livin' it up (it's the place to be, yeah) Livin' it up (oh) Livin' it up