Sunset Beach

She left with the sunlight
I cried to the moonlight
This crazy bitch, she stole my life
She left with the sunlight
I cried to the moonlight
This fucking bitch deserves to die
She left with the sunlight
She left with the sunlight

Not quite sure if I was fine
Still hungover from yesterday
All my trouble not that far away
Then I saw her
Dark hair, blue eyes, and an ass to die for
We were at this private party
I think I wouldn't even have met her
I'm so attracted
Looking at her drinking vodka Red Bull

She says she works in fashion
Yeah, she's an accountant from The Gap
But she's funny
We drank all night long
She impressed me with her iPod playlist
From Slayer to Aerosmith
No fucking Jeff Buckley
She told me, "I can play a guitar"
That's the moment I decided to bring her back home
Luckily my flatmate is abroad
I asked her, she said yes
She asked me when, I said now

She left with the sunlight
I cried to the moonlight
This crazy bitch, she stole my life
She left with the sunlight
I cried to the moonlight
This fucking bitch deserves to die
She left with the sunlight
She left with the sunlight

Going back home in a cab
We kept drinking a lot
She was touching my leg
It was electric
I fucked her to Mariah Carey's "Hero"
Now I'd like to sleep a little
So I said, "do you want to have a shower before you leave?"
I fell asleep so fucking drunk
She stole my silver shaker and my Jazzmaster
My fucking Jazzmaster

She left with the sunlight
I cried to the moonlight
This crazy bitch, she stole my life
She left with the sunlight
I cried to the moonlight
This fucking bitch deserves to die

I will find this (?) again
My Jazzmaster



Credits
Writer(s): Quentin Teva Delafon, Michael Boris Szpiner, Dorian Jung-nam Dumont
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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