Model/Actriz
Glassman
Our bodies in the sand
Gripping the Atlantic's edge
Entering the air
Like chamomile and lemongrass
Just riding the surface
Nothing is swimming beneath us
Ah, to spend a Sunday
With the salt spray
Kissing my face
Ah, with my reflection
Bright magenta
In your sunglasses
I feel there is something to finish
Hold me where the light can see it
This perfect day I'm witnessing
I can’t wait to tell my friends about it
This perfect day I'm witnessing
I can't wait to tell my friends about it
I lose the way as you circle me
Ah, to spеnd a Friday
At the swan lake
Kissing your face
Ah, as I'm wrappеd in
My reflection
In your irises
I feel there is something to finish
Hiding where it's too bright to see it
This perfect day I'm witnessing
I can’t wait to tell my friends about it
This perfect day I'm witnessing
I can't wait to tell my friends about
With no clouds overhead
With no clouds overhead
With no clouds overhead
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With no clouds overhead
With no clouds overhead, ah
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