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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