So just watchin' her blonde hair, sun burn, stare at them, wack caps rolling over
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Laid back in a thrift store beach chair, droppin' 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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Rollin' white sand, cold can koozie in my hand, just a summertime story
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Chillin', breazin', sippin', singin' whoaoaoh
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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 head, just sittin' in the corner laughin'
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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 goin', she gets 'em playin' 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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Rollin' white sand, cold can koozie in my hand, just a summertime story
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Chillin', breazin', sippin', singin' whoaoaoh
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Beachin'
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You got a margarita here in my hand, doin' a little drinkin'
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Talkin' 'bout sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, so tight
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Rollin' white sand, cold can koozie in my hand, just a summertime story
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Chillin', breazin', sippin', singin' whoaoaoh, beachin'
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Beachin', 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 |