Zywa
Beach House
Your cloths are already dry
but I just let them flap
so at least something is happening
in this deserted place
You just sit there watching
taking a dip every now and then
Afterwards you carefully dab
the short hairs on your skull
I liked you better in the bar
although you were bragging
about your house and the beach
all to yourself
You showed your brown chest
I wanted to lie on it
and work on my tan a little
so nice by the sea
No, you are not social
the day is still long
and there is nothing here
to cook a good meal
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