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Hey Girl, Something sure looks good on you, I think this money, will look better with an ocean view. Now... how about you? I can see your favourite pair of Ray Ban's Sitting on your nightstand heading from the weekend, Tell you what I wanna do... Find the something breeze, and rolling waves, Sandy beach where we can misbehave, Cape Cod Ice or Bud Light Blue, Call your boss and break the news. Pick up a beer, Put down your phone Think I caught something from the summer sun, Let's be. under the weather... together. I wanna call in summer with you. Round here, Summer always ends to soon. So trade your 9 to 5, Stuck inside with a 9 to 5 with me where the skies are blue. You know you want too. Be a shame to waste that sun dress on water Coolers, small talk and all the office politics. Tell you what I wanna do... Find the something breeze, and rolling waves, Sandy beach where we can misbehave, Cape Cod Ice or Bud Light Blue, Call your boss and break the news. Pick up a beer, Put down your phone Think I caught something from the summer sun, Let's be. under the weather... together. I wanna call in summer with you. C'mon... leave it all behind . For me and you and the weekday sunshine. Find the something breeze, and rolling waves, Sandy beach where we can misbehave, Cape Cod Ice or Bud Light Blue, Call your boss and break the news. Pick up a beer, Put down your phone Think I caught something from the summer sun, Let's be. under the weather... together. With a beer in a hand, and something to say. Your killing the joop and your workday tan. Think tomorrow, we should do it again. The boss won't mind, on day 2. Pick up a beer, Put down your phone Think I caught something from the summer sun, Let's be. under the weather... together. I wanna call in summer with you.
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