Lucky Vacation

Don't ask me why but, one day I just got the idea in my mind that I'd write a "raunchy beach song." Sometimes the muse is inexplicable and, I don't fight it. BTW/if you think you have music for this, or could write some, have at it! And, of course, hugs & hisses are always welcome.


©2007 by LeeZard

Palm trees dancin' in the breeze,
Are you real or just a tease?
We met a few short hours ago,
So, is it yes or is it no?




I want to lay with you in the nighttime,
Doesn’t matter if you want to be mine.
I want to throw you down on a beach dune,
I want to sing a lucky vacation tune.

Let’s get out of this dingy bar,
Let’s hop in my bargain rental car.
Let’s drive ‘til we lose the road,
I'll ride ‘til I lose my load.

I want to lay with you in the nighttime,
Doesn’t matter if you want to be mine.
I want to throw you down on a beach dune,
I want to sing a lucky vacation tune.

I’ll hold you and make you sigh,
I’ll caress your silky inner thigh.
If you say no I will not cry,
I’ll go home and tell vacation lies.

I want to lay with you in the nighttime,
Doesn’t matter if you want to be mine.
I want to throw you down on a beach dune,
I want to sing a lucky vacation tune.

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