Beach Fire

Words and Music by Ed Johnson

There was a girl of immaculate fashion sense

Not gonna alter anything without a pretense

But she’s so fine, got something in mind

One look at her and I could really tell

That an antidote of fresh air would surely help

It’s not Prada time, lose the Calvin Klein

Take her to a beach fire, and get her to loosen up

A laid back reality that I am cookin’ up

Trade the Massaratti for a beat up surfer van

Forget the Tiffany, got some beads from a Rasta Man

Won’t happen overnight, okay maybe just might

Got a limited window of opportunity

She’s not staying long, gonna hop a plane ‘cross the sea

There must be a way, try to get her to stay

Bring the idea to her

Maybe not so sure

Hell, flip a coin, you never know, the moment is yours

Okay, gotta admit, I so do like her look

Don’t really wanna change how she stepped from a fashion book

She just needs a break, from all the fakes

Maybe she’ll respond to the promise of serenade

A guy, a guitar, vodka tonics and lemonade

Or probably not, we’ll work with what we got

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