Why can’t we spend sentimental summers,
Surfing and smiling and enjoying life?
Lying in the sand, the sea running through our fingers,
And the strum, strum, strumming of your guitar.
My heart beats like the drum in your band.
And it would be faster if we could only be more,
Than just great friends.
But its like we’re playing poker, and I don’t know how to play.
And everybody’s cheating, but I don’t know what to say.
And I look at my cards, but I don’t know…
Who makes the first move?
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