Good evening my friends, where do I begin?
This is a story about the girl, from across the sea.
Big brown eyes, and a clever disguise;

And a stupid grin and a song to sing.
Having my chance, when he asked her to dance,
And, I think this girl has fallen into me

The night, as of when?, never saw her again
I guess some things in life, just ain`t supposed to be


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Its over, she`s over me,
I got your postcard, but can`t forget the way you taste.

Its over, she`s over me,
I`m going home now, and I can`t help but feel I`m out of place.


I`d cross the ocean if I, could spend the rest of my life on a deserted island
when I get there maybe you`ll take me for a ride?
Rocking my brains, I`m going insane

I`m trying to find the words to take away the pain
But when I think of her lips; and her smile and her tits
I wonder how I had the strength to walk away

She gave it all, and she wanted to loll (?)
When she held my hand, and then she smiled at me.
Made me believe, I could do anything

I guess some things in life, just ain`t supposed to be

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I can hear her callin` in the air tonight, and it`s been a while, oh,
I can `ear her callin` in the air tonight, and it`s been a while since I'd a held you tight.


Good evening my friends, where do I begin?
This is the story about the girl across the sea

Good evening my friends, where do I begin?
I guess some things in life just ain`t supposed to be!


When I get back; we`ll float on your back
Now a Kodak moment - make a memory.
Sleeping till noon; now I`m promising you,

I`m going to show you how it was supposed to be, yeah!

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