Playing The Rivieras over and over again.
The music takes me on a journey.
My own little
I can taste the sea breeze,
Bask in the humidity,
Experience the palm trees.
My own little
I see the people on the beach.
Out there a-havin’ fun.
With their bleach blonde hair and sun-baked bodies.
The god-like women.
Running, sunning, swimming, walking.
My own little
I hear the street performers,
Moving and diverse.
Mysterious, imaginative.
My own little
The haven of my dreams.
Sparked by outdated tunes.
Pleasant, innocent, carefree.
My own little
Simply attainable,
Such peace and love.
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