by George Terry
My heart was leaping in the sun;
My friends all say that you’re the one.
Let me get this one thing very clear:
There ain’t enough going on down here.
Mainline Florida, oh say.
Mainline Florida, O.K.
Her arms were open, open wide;
Her invitation’s a changing tide.
I could remember not long ago
We took a cruise down on Hotel Row.
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