But oh, if i could only get you oceanside, to lay your muscles wide, it'd be heavenly. and oh, if i could only coax you overboard, to leave these lolling shores, to get you oceanside. oceanside.
at rising tide, you're looking fresher than a july bride. we're picking up what our mothers always stigmatized. the field is right for reaping. oh well, i guess i'm nothing but a ne'er do well (even though that's something i could never do well) i'm on track and keeping.
but oh, if i could only get you oceanside to lay your muscles wide, it'd be heavenly. oh, if i could only coax you overboard, to leave these lolling shores, to get you oceanside.
oceanside, oceanside.