The Beach
Please come on over
Slip across the border
Waves never been like this
Please come on over
Before you get older
Everything goes amiss
I'm high at the beach and I got nothing to do
But like, I can catch some rays
I'm high at the beach and I'll make some room for you
If you wanna come my way, yeah
(Hey-ah, hey-ah, hey-ah, hey-ah)
(Hey-ah, hey-ah, hey-ah, hey-ah)
Won't you come over, before I get sober
You know I hate to wait
Won't you come over, the sun's getting lower
Soon it will be too late
I'm high at the beach and I got nothing to do
But like, I can catch some rays
I'm high at the beach and I'll make some room for you
If you wanna come my way, yeah
(Hey-ah, hey-ah, hey-ah, hey-ah)
(Hey-ah, hey-ah, hey-ah, hey-ah)
Come back to the beach and I'll make some room for you
When you're out of reach it makes me kinda blue
I'm high at the beach and I got nothing to do
But like, I can catch some rays
I'm high at the beach and I'll make some room for you
If you wanna come my way
If you wanna come my way
If you wanna come my way
If you wanna come my way, yeah
You wanna come my way
(Hey-ah, hey-ah, hey-ah, hey-ah)
(Hey-ah, hey-ah, hey-ah, hey-ah)
(Hey-ah, hey-ah, hey-ah, hey-ah)
(Hey-ah, hey-ah, hey-ah, hey-ah)
I'm high at the beach and I'll make some room for you
Slip across the border
Waves never been like this
Please come on over
Before you get older
Everything goes amiss
I'm high at the beach and I got nothing to do
But like, I can catch some rays
I'm high at the beach and I'll make some room for you
If you wanna come my way, yeah
(Hey-ah, hey-ah, hey-ah, hey-ah)
(Hey-ah, hey-ah, hey-ah, hey-ah)
Won't you come over, before I get sober
You know I hate to wait
Won't you come over, the sun's getting lower
Soon it will be too late
I'm high at the beach and I got nothing to do
But like, I can catch some rays
I'm high at the beach and I'll make some room for you
If you wanna come my way, yeah
(Hey-ah, hey-ah, hey-ah, hey-ah)
(Hey-ah, hey-ah, hey-ah, hey-ah)
Come back to the beach and I'll make some room for you
When you're out of reach it makes me kinda blue
I'm high at the beach and I got nothing to do
But like, I can catch some rays
I'm high at the beach and I'll make some room for you
If you wanna come my way
If you wanna come my way
If you wanna come my way
If you wanna come my way, yeah
You wanna come my way
(Hey-ah, hey-ah, hey-ah, hey-ah)
(Hey-ah, hey-ah, hey-ah, hey-ah)
(Hey-ah, hey-ah, hey-ah, hey-ah)
(Hey-ah, hey-ah, hey-ah, hey-ah)
I'm high at the beach and I'll make some room for you
Credits
Writer(s): Jimmy Harry, Dominic Muhrer, Paul Estrela
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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