Let me be your guitar strummer
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Catch a wave between your curls
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All I need is one hot summer
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To become my surfer girl
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I don't wanna build a castle of sand without your help
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I don't wanna wade in the water with anyone else
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Let me be your diving partner
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Teach you not to be afraid
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To go deeper for the treasure that was lost one stormy day
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I'd rather be your surfer girl
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Than have all the riches in the world
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And I'd rather lie with you on the beach
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Than suffer admirers at my feet
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Why can't I be your surfer child?
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And catch the stars as they fall from your eyes
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Sweep me out in your rip tide
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Ride ride ride
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Let me be your conga player
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Serenade you on the street
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Al the natives' gather there
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In the evening by the sea
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I'd rather be your surfer girl
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Than have all the riches in this world
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And I'd rather lie with you on the beach than suffer admirers at my feet
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Why can't I be your surfer child
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And catch the stars as they dull from your eyes
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Sweep me out in your riptide
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Ride ride ride
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Surfer Girl
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| Sophie B. Hawkins |
