Oh, to wake late on a summer’s day
by an ocean breeze kissing my cheek,
early risers stirring me from sleep,
seagulls call me to ocean waves.
Sweet summer days, so ripe and so sweet,
blooming with fragrance from the gardenias,
close your eyes, that’s where I’ll meet you
time’ll stand still, and our mouths will greet.
Oh, you look so good with your tan,
and your skin tastes warm and salty,
love...
