So just watching her blonde hair, sun burn, stare at them, whack caps rolling over
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Laid back in a thrift store beach chair, dropping limes in her Corona
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Well, she looks back, yeah, she throws me a kiss, like honey I sure want you
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And it's a hundred and three between her and me and only 92 in Daytona
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And it's sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, so tight
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Rolling white sand, cold can koozie in my hand, just a summertime strolling
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Chillin', breazin', sippin', singin'
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Beachin'
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We got 2-for-1s, we're at a margarita bar, whatever happens happens
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And there's a reggae band, full of dread heads, just sitting in the corner laughing
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Well, my baby walks over, drops a 20 in a jar, she smiles and shakes it at me
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Yeah, she gets 'em going, she gets 'em playing a little, don't worry be happy
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And it's sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, so tight
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Rolling white sand, cold can koozie in my hand, just a summertime strolling
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Chillin', breazin', sippin', singin'
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Beachin'
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A little palm tree laying
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You got a margarita here in my hand, doing a little drinking
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Talking 'bout sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, so tight
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Rolling white sand, cold can koozie in my hand, just a summertime strolling
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Chillin', breazin', sippin', singin'
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Beachin'
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Sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, so tight
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Rollin' white sand, cold can koozie in my hand
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Beachin
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Jake Owen |