The Beach

	So, there's you and me again
	And once again
	Always a certain something
	Like nerves and the rain
	Meeting on the corner
	You had your short sleeves rolled
	And all the while
	I smiled as you
	Went looking for
	The beach
	Under the paving stones
	Dealing with it
	Leaving it
	Turning it in and out
	And under the circumstances
	I couldn't help it
	Dealing with it
	Leaving it
	Turning it in and out and
	Under the circumstances
	That's as far as I'd go
	Really, I don't want to know