[Intro] Two PM, sun at peak power Pale boy on the sand, no shoes, no flower Of the sun protecting him, just bare soles On a beach the temperature of CINNAMON ROLLS [Verse 1] First step, sizzle, second step, panic Third step, I started reciting psalms in Slavic Fourth step, I'm sprinting, sprinting like Usain Pale boy with the FOOTWORK, dodging beach pain Couples watching me with their margaritas in hand Probably wondering "is that man a runaway brand?" I'm not a brand, I'm a SOFT BOY in distress Looking for shade like it's the only address [Pre-Chorus] HOT sand, hot sand, hottest sand Pale boy bouncing like a rubber band HOT sand, hot sand, hottest sand Where's the towel, where's the umbrella stand? [Chorus] HOT SAND, HOT SAND, pale boy hauling Toes on fire, soul recalling HOT SAND, HOT SAND, where's the shade Pale boy in motion, pale boy displayed Running like an ostrich on caffeine Pale boy on the beach, pale boy SCREAMING [Verse 2] Made it to a palm tree, slid into the shade Like a baseball player on the final play made Lay down on a towel, breathing like a fish Heart rate at the level of a punk-rock wish Diego at the bar saw the whole thing happen Walked over, handed me a cold one, started clapping Said "mijo, NEXT TIME, the hotel has flip-flops" I said "Diego, I never saw the flip-flop drop" [Bridge] (I did not see the flip-flop drop) (this is humbling) (this is character development) (this is why I'm vegan in Portland) (Portland has no hot sand) [Outro] HOT sand... hot sand... pale boy under tree... (toes are still throbbing, but I'm free) (siéntate. don't move. siéntate.) (never again without flip-flops)
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