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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeBeachin’
(Rapping)So just watchin' her blonde hair, sun burn, stare at them, wack caps rolling overLaid back in a thrift store beach chair, droppin limes in her CoronaWell she looks back, yeah, she throws me a kiss, like honey I sure want youAnd it's a hundred and three between her and me and only 92 in Daytona[Chorus]And it's sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, so tightRollin' white sand, cold can koozie in my hand, just a summertime storyChillin', breazin', sippin', singin' whoaoaoh[Solo]Beachin'(Rapping)We got 2-for-1s, we're at a margarita bar, whatever happens happensAnd there's a reggae band, full of dread head, just sittin' in the corner laughin'Well my baby walks over, drops a 20 in a jar, she smiles and shakes it at meYeah, she gets 'em goin', she gets 'em playin' a little, don't worry be happy[Chorus][Solo]Beachin', oh, yeahYou got a margarita here in my hand, doin' a little drinkin'[Chorus]Talkin' 'bout sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, so tightRollin' white sand, cold can koozie in my hand, just a summertime storyChillin', breazin', sippin', singin' whoaoaoh, beachin'[Tag]Beachin', sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, so tightRollin' white sand, cold can koozie in my hand
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