Woke up with sand in my shoes, Sun in my hair, no sign of news. Lost my watch to the waves last night, Guess I’m on island time - feels right. Let the rhythm take control, feet in the water, heart on stroll. Dancing slow with a coconut grin, just good vibes and tonic with gin. Hey hey - we don’t need much. Just a beat and a breeze and a little soft touch. Flip-flops tapping on wooden boards, you laugh like summer, and I want more. Tide rolls in with a reggae beat, life tastes better with salty heat. You say: “Stay a little longer?” I say: “Only if the groove gets stronger.” No stress - no shoes - no news, just sun and tunes and nothing to.
