Wet Hair

It's Friday morning, and I'm headed to the beach
On the radio, they play a band called Fitch
So I guess it's time to relax and lay in the sheets
Only one thing left to do, got my board to reach

I got my hair wet, now she won't let me in the bed
Lay on her couch with a towel on my head
A beer in my hand and the sun is burning red
So forget about your worries and join me instead

I'll never be the one to play all these games
Leave you feelin' some type of ways
You'll always have flowers in your vase
Fresh fruits and candles of lavender haze
But some days, things change
I got my fuckin' hair wet

I got my hair wet, now she won't let me in the bed
Lay on the couch with a towel on my head
A beer in my hand and the sun is burning red
So forget about your worries and join me instead



Credits
Writer(s): Eric Oja, Henri Tamra, Markus Maasing, Martin Goldšmidt
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