Boaters And Beer Floaters
Hanging out by the dock
Tatooed women swaying to the music
It's half past five o'clock
I sip my bad habit
As the waitress brings your beer
Girls swinging with their daddy
To the rhythm on the pier
Beer buzzing like bees
to the warm salt breeze
My mind is in the moment
There's no time quite like these
She picks up found sunglasses
And perches them on her face
Looking up at the bright sun
Never want to leave this place
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