I was laying on the beach one day
Wiping my tears away Thinking
about what you had said; Making
my eyes turn more red; As the words
kept going through my head; How
you had other women in our bed;
But like I have said, I dread to be
fead; And I rather be a Beach Babe
instead; And listen to the sound of
the ocean, going through my head
Because when the story is read; I
will be in a different bed; With
another man, That is not over in his
head; And makes me his only Beach
Babe in his bed; That wants to be
with me only instead.
