Bikini Bottoms

Peeking through the fence
Boy they're having some fun
All laying out, baking out in the summer Sun
I cherish the experience, but what does it mean?
And why will these bikini bodies cease to be?

Please bury my skeleton in the wood
I don't ever feel rebellious, only misunderstood
Fret too much and once again
I find myself thinking about a master plan

Suppose that we could try harder
Considering, it's only offered once
Fill the blanks where we started
See it in her eyes, her eyes, her eyes

Picking it up so the motion stands
Have you ever seen known someone who talks so much with their hands?
It's a delicate to-do, trying to gauge the mood
When you're feeling seven thousand different shades of blues

Will you bury the skeleton in the wood?
I don't ever feel rebellious, only misunderstood
Said too much and once again
I find myself thinking I lost a friend
Said too much and once again
I find myself thinking of you

Suppose that we could try harder
Considering, it's only offered once
Fill the blanks where we started
See it in her eyes, her eyes, her eyes
Suppose that we could try harder
Considering, it's only offered once
Fill the blanks where we started
See it in her eyes, her eyes, her eyes