I met a girl at the beach It was underneath a blazing sun, Just like usual I was looking for a little fun, I was sitting and chilling out And listening to the braking waves Thats when the day really started to change
Rising out of the sea like Excaliburs sword, All the men they're staring and the women they scorn A glorious vision, the seventh deadly sin, Tall, tanned and lovely like songs from Jobim
I started to gather my one thousand things, The sands in my shoes and my skins' been burning Its very different where I'm from So its hard to be like a true beach bum I just get dizzy in the midday sun
She seems to dance around, she's born for this place, Always next to her she keeps the same old battered books Sometimes right over her face A beautiful full moon party She lives in the light of day And is she reading 'A Picture of Dorian Gray' Okay
She's a towering inferno of restless energy But she's as patient as students of ornithology She seems to wait for nothing but the close of the day Then all of a sudden, just like I had prayed I see her start to look my way I'm as self-conscious and nervous as a first time virgin drug smuggler I'm doing my best to keep my eyes from constantly being obvious and staring at her I play with my phone, start texting a mate, I hope they call back, that sucks Cause I'm here, she's hot and its great
I take a little walk, over to the bar on the beach The other English guys are as burnt as me I order a beer 'cause I'm feeling real thirsty I know it should be water 'cause this'll dehydrate me
To my surprise as I am sitting here She sits right down right next to me and orders a beer She speaks just like a native girl, she's humming a song I'm resisting every tempting moment where I'm thinking I can just sing right along Singing along
And now I can't believe it But she asked me where I'm from, Her accent is thick I definitely wasn't wrong, I tell her I'm from London And she seems impressed We start joking about the cold The wind, the rain and the fog Well all I try and do is stop staring at her chest
She'd love to move away and pursue her career She studied at the university over here She said she had some trouble getting hold of a visa I said I would marry her, seem to please her
It was all going well so I ordered some shots (shots) It went straight to my head 'cause I was tired and hot (hot) This girl she had no problems with all of the tequila I was just so shamelessly trying to feed her
I knew I was mangled when I tried to stand I had double vision and the room span She grabbed my arm to keep me steady And she asked me in that cute voice "Are you feeling horny?"
We were staggering up the four flights of stairs together I began to imagine me pursuing pleasure As we entered the room she began to undress She seductively asked me to turn around quickly to increase the suspense Closing my eyes was like entering a vortex Was I even going to manage to get through the *** And so before it even all began She battered me over the head with the bedside lamp
I awoke the next morning And I was feeling like crap All that was left was the shirt on my back She must have spiked my drink I could feel it in my throat On the side of the table she'd left me a note Thanks for last night, I don't need a visa Why would I move, life is just easier
There's no moral in this tale Which I guess is a shame Cause the truth be told I'd probably do it again I'd probably do it again
I met a girl at the beach It was underneath a blazing sun, Just like usual I was looking for a little fun, I was sitting and chilling out And listening to the braking waves Thats when the day really started to change
Rising out of the sea like Excaliburs sword, All the men they're staring and the women they scorn A glorious vision, the seventh deadly sin, Tall, tanned and lovely like songs from Jobim
I started to gather my one thousand things, The sands in my shoes and my skins' been burning Its very different where I'm from So its hard to be like a true beach bum I just get dizzy in the midday sun
She seems to dance around, she's born for this place, Always next to her she keeps the same old battered books Sometimes right over her face A beautiful full moon party She lives in the light of day And is she reading 'A Picture of Dorian Gray' Okay
She's a towering inferno of restless energy But she's as patient as students of ornithology She seems to wait for nothing but the close of the day Then all of a sudden, just like I had prayed I see her start to look my way I'm as self-conscious and nervous as a first time virgin drug smuggler I'm doing my best to keep my eyes from constantly being obvious and staring at her I play with my phone, start texting a mate, I hope they call back, that sucks Cause I'm here, she's hot and its great
I take a little walk, over to the bar on the beach The other English guys are as burnt as me I order a beer 'cause I'm feeling real thirsty I know it should be water 'cause this'll dehydrate me
To my surprise as I am sitting here She sits right down right next to me and orders a beer She speaks just like a native girl, she's humming a song I'm resisting every tempting moment where I'm thinking I can just sing right along Singing along
And now I can't believe it But she asked me where I'm from, Her accent is thick I definitely wasn't wrong, I tell her I'm from London And she seems impressed We start joking about the cold The wind, the rain and the fog Well all I try and do is stop staring at her chest
She'd love to move away and pursue her career She studied at the university over here She said she had some trouble getting hold of a visa I said I would marry her, seem to please her
It was all going well so I ordered some shots (shots) It went straight to my head 'cause I was tired and hot (hot) This girl she had no problems with all of the tequila I was just so shamelessly trying to feed her
I knew I was mangled when I tried to stand I had double vision and the room span She grabbed my arm to keep me steady And she asked me in that cute voice "Are you feeling horny?"
We were staggering up the four flights of stairs together I began to imagine me pursuing pleasure As we entered the room she began to undress She seductively asked me to turn around quickly to increase the suspense Closing my eyes was like entering a vortex Was I even going to manage to get through the *** And so before it even all began She battered me over the head with the bedside lamp
I awoke the next morning And I was feeling like crap All that was left was the shirt on my back She must have spiked my drink I could feel it in my throat On the side of the table she'd left me a note Thanks for last night, I don't need a visa Why would I move, life is just easier
There's no moral in this tale Which I guess is a shame Cause the truth be told I'd probably do it again I'd probably do it again
