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I scan the horizon for you, |
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Mimi I scan for the both of us |
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I scan the horizon for you, |
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Mimi I stand and scan on the strand of sand stand and scan on the strand of sand but first |
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I'm sitting over here see that gaggle of guys and girls a typical day at the beach well, typical 'til |
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I make my speech there is a girl out on the sea floating on a pink surfboard with a picnic lunch and parasol sitting there like a typical girl this is not a locker room and that's a surfboard --- not a yacht the arrangement's not --- quite --- quite there one girl laughs at skinny guys someone else points out a queer they're all jocks --- both guys and girls press the button --- take your cue and see the girl with perfect teeth she picks up lonely guys in bars then she takes off when they've bought her drinks don't you have money? |
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I ask of course |
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I do... this is not a locker room and that's a surfboard --- not a yacht the arrangement's not --- quite --- quite there but the day was faultless in beauty pitched on tropical scenery stretched from white sand up to the open sky down to the shining sea again and then back to me and |
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Mimi on the beach |
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Mimi on the beach |
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Mimi and me... |
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I'm still sitting over there one guy just got up and brayed they wag their words --- they're all in heat |
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I can ignore it --- just don't steam up the view |
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Mimi's still out on the sea floating on a pink surfboard she's checking out her arms and legs in case her casing's getting burnt this is not a locker room and that's a surfboard --- not a yacht the arrangement's not --- quite --- quite there but the day was faultless in beauty pitched on tropical scenery stretched from white sand up to the open sky down to the shining sea again and then back to me and |
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Mimi on the beach |
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Mimi on the beach |
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Mimi and me... you don't know me but |
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I've been watching you all day and |
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I've come to the edge of the water now to have my say the picnic lunch is off throw your parasol away put your belly to the board, |
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Mimi, and paddle out to sea then turn the board around, |
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Mimi, until you're facing me then you wait for the waves to start building for the valleys to deepen and the mountains to increase in height and when the right times comes, |
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Mimi you grab the edges of the board with your hands lift yourself up and stand there and see as fasr as you can see stand up, |
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Mimi STAND |
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UP I scan the horizon for you, |
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Mimi I scan for the both of us |
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I scan the horizon for you, |
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Mimi I stand and scan on the strand of sand stand and scan on the strand of sand the great leveller is coming and he's not going to stop to take your pulse and he's not going to ask you why you're the way you are and |
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I think that's the worst part you never get a chance to explain yourself and he's going to take those mountains and shove them into the valleys until there's nothing left except a vast expanse and you'll float there, |
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Mimi on the flat |
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Sargasso Sea of your soul and if they pull you away from your bleaching pink surfboard and stretch you across the wind you'll make no sound wet leaves on a dry map nothing, nobody the great leveller or the great escape? but the day was faultless in beauty pitched on tropical scenery stretched from white sand up to the open sky down to the shining sea again and then back to me and |
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Mimi on the beach |
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Mimi on the beach |
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Mimi and me... there is a girl out on the sea floating on a pink surfboard a parasol floats nearby the arrangement's not --- quite --- quite there |
