turn your head, count to three.
come ride the waves with me.
hope that joy will over ride.
the tidal wave, it's you that love want...
be brave.
wish that all troubles will evolve
and that all good love with revolve.
count to three, surf the waves.
see your dreams
the sun has set, now watch the salt water dry.
the night is still, the water crashes, upon the cold, golden sand.
sweet heart take me to bed, sleep with me in the sand.
that's where all love will be ever so grand.
take the dreams, place them to the sky.
look upon the sleeping clouds.
and let the moon, cast it's spell.
close your eyes, dream me a dream of moonlight sweets.
press your hand upon my heart, feel the beats.
hope that love will be grand, on midnight's golden sand.
 
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