It's the sun, it's the sun that's making me smile. Fell asleep in that warm, warm sand. I don't think I ever wanna wake up again. Wake up, carried by ultraviolet waves and very ugly transparent dolphins to an island floating meters above the sea. I am greeted by a lime green crab, he is bent on self destruction, on my destruction. Uncomfortable with his statements, I inch my way toward those fart soaked pillows that double as floatation devices and paddle my way back out to the ultraviolet sea. I sink down to my friends, Mermaids with aids dressed like maids, Got me laid, I raged Stayed up all night at bars, had dinner with the sharks, Woke up with whiskey farts, I broke the mermaids hearts, Didn't bounce a single narc, and still I'd go again.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
