I wiped the sweat from my eyes
Put on a shirt, washed my face
It was a Friday, Friday night
She was petite and wearing an X - treat

What an odd feat
Walking on the beach

So we followed the ordinary line
To a cold and tired place
To sit on the edge and wait

X - treat
X - treat

The glimmer on the clouds
The sun reflects
My angels glow, I may never know
I guess I'll go

So we followed the ordinary line
To a cold and tired place
To sit on the edge and wait

X - treat
X - treat

She was petite and wearing an X - treat

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