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The Who - Sea and Sand lyrics
Here by the sea and sand Nothing ever goes as planned, I just couldn't face going home It was just a drag on my own. They finally threw me out My mother got drunk on stout, My dad couldn't stand on two feet, As he lectured about morality. Now I guess the families complete, With me hanging round on the street Or here on the beach. The girl I love Is a perfect dresser, Wears every fashion Gets it to the tee. Heavens above, I got to match her She knows just how She wants her man to be Leave it to me. My jacket's gonna be cut slim and checked Maybe a touch of seersucker with an open neck I ride a G.S. scooter with my hair cut neat I wear my wartime coat in the wind and sleet. I see her dancing Across the ballroom UV light making starshine Of her smile. I am the face, She has to know me, I'm dressed up better than anyone Within a mile. So how come the other tickets look much better? Without a penny to spend they dress to the letter. How come the girls come on oh so cool Yet when you meet 'em, every one's a fool? Come sleep on the beach Keep within my reach I just want to die with you near I'm feeling so high with you here. I'm wet and I'm cold But thank God I ain't old I should have split home at fifteen Why didn't I ever say what I mean? There's a story that the grass is so green, What did I see? Where have I been? Nothing is planned, by the sea and the sand. |
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