Flip Flops

You couldn't tell it by the smile on my face
It's Monday mornin' in this ol' rat race
Everybody's whining that it's back to the grind
But here in my mind

I'm still in my flip flops, watchin' the sun drop
Havin' a cold drink, holding some hot thing
There on a beach towel, taking her top down
Rubbin' in lotion, next to the ocean
I didn't want it to stop
I'm still in my flip flops

Just got a phone call from an old friend of mine
I haven't heard from in a long, long time
I can't recall a single word he said
I can't get her out of my head

I'm still in my flip flops, watchin' the sun drop
Havin' a cold drink, holding some hot thing
There on a beach towel, takin' her top down
Rubbin' in lotion, next to the ocean
I didn't want it to stop
I'm still in my flip flops

Ahh yea

Why do the good times go so fast
They seem to never last
I can't wait to go back

Where I'm still in my flip flops, watchin' the sun drop
Havin' a cold drink, holding some hot thing
There on a beach towel, takin' her top down
Rubbin' in lotion, next to the ocean
That weekend will be hard to top
Oh, I never want it to stop
I'm still in my flip flops
I'm still in my flip flops
Yeah, I'm still in my flip flops



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Writer(s): Vince Moreno
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