Sandy Bums

We surf
We breathe in blue air
Blue skies
Blue Pacific
We know we'll always find a fire
At the end of the night
You were a Russian boy
So you were nasty and no good
You listened to old school rap
Cali born and raised
So the locals called you Kali with a K
You tasted like saltwater and sunflower seeds
Like the tears in the sea
You liked easy
The way my black French braid
Fell on my back
You were an untamed lion
And this was your jungle
Another day was just another
Sweet daydream in paradise
Full of hibiscus flowers
Sweet tea and coconuts

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