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Ain't nothing the windy city
the station-wagon died
Where the wild meet the fences
And the horsemen, fences
Where the flatlands flatlands
And the caravans
I'm just sitting the mango
Running a
Took a on a bin-train
50 or more
They say the heads are just
But too risky to score
on the lawn with Andrea
Draggin' the for big red
Everyone better with a suntan
Easier to get you bed

Daughters of the coast
of beaches, don't deliver the post
You know the is a ghost

Lee Marlin went lookin' for a
While we were looking for a at the pub
Hey, and the black man's starvin'
No wonder wants a job
Helicopter homestead
Stirring all the blades at night
steppin' out there in the sultry summer evening
Their all packed
And their so bright

Daughters of the coast
Sons of beaches, don't the post
You know the post is a

Took a ride on a
50 cars or
They say the heads are just
But too risky to score
Andrea's been giving me a down
Standing on a palm beach
If girls keep a doin' that thing
I can't wait for year
I'm come back for more

Daughters of the coast
Sons of beaches, don't deliver the
You the post is a ghost