Summer Girl

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This summer will be different I 
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will move across the town
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Promenade above the beach until 
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my face turns brown
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With my hands in my pockets and a 
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casual stroll
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from the town beach to the dock
Continues after the ad
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The girls they walk in two's and 
three's,
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their pretty cotton frocks teased 
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by the breeze.
And I will find a long-limbed summer
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 girl for me.

I will assume the accent of some 
Yankee sailor boy
Stranded between merchant ships with
 some time to enjoy.
A week or two down by the bay with 
tupp'ney ice-cream cones
And petticoats and sandy kisses, 
breasts smooth as stones washed by 
the sea
And I will find a long-limbed summer
 girl for me.