Let’s run to the beach, yeah!
Let’s run to the beach, yeah!
The beach of ruined spirits!
Thorny bubble gum is that we fought for.
Dances have been danced.
Meat has been processed. Despicableness kisses pink history.
And you still have lipstick on your underwear.
Dress like a destroyed witness.
Tears and spirit share a highly fashionable rescue waistcoat. Accelerate the advance to the ruins.
The surf-dance-commander asks you to the beach, yeah!
After he applies another layer of nail polish.
Accelerate the advance to the ruins. Why does the beach hesitate to redeem its promise? One sweet telephone call could extinguish the problem.