The sound of Beaches
Those hands on me,
Leave me blue.
Fingerprints of fear,
To mark me as yours.
Your private property.
But I am not a beach.
I’m the ocean’s roar.
A bad-ass babe;
Who rocks
The sea in me.
Those hands on me,
Leave me blue.
Fingerprints of fear,
To mark me as yours.
Your private property.
But I am not a beach.
I’m the ocean’s roar.
A bad-ass babe;
Who rocks
The sea in me.