I live to work and work to live
Oh but what I wouldn't give
For a ray of sun and a little piece of beach
Where the sand dollar is the only currency

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I vote we go to the Gulf of Mexico
You and me by the sea
Palm trees call me, oh that's the place I want to be
Down where the southern breezes blow
On the Gulf of Mexico

Right at five o'clock today
I'll pick you up, we'll drive away
And I can't wait to feel the sand beneath my toes
And I can almost see the sunburn on your nose


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