you and your flavored vodka, me and my fruity wine
we've been sitting here for hours but were not keeping track of time
your pink hair blowing in the breeze, your pretty face aglow
our stilt house fading into darkness as the sun is sitting low
dave matthews playing in the background, turkey dogs roasting on the fire
to sit here lazy, toes in the sand is all that we desire
your funky dog chases after gulls as the tide starts rolling in
you turn and whisper in my ear, tomorrow can we take the boat back out again
if your out there jacie this ones for you baby
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