I spun her around in the sand,
Singing “la, la, laaaa, la, la, laaa”
She gave nervous glances to the outsider
“la, la, laa, la, la, laa”
until the singing was a lie, but the song went on
“la, la, laa, la, la, laa”
stuck in the sweetest song that would come
i let her fall and felt myself sink into my back
I’ll take him in, we could use a hand here
I am upright in his presence
She doesn’t feel like singing, so the quiet holds us
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