"Summer In Sipan"

well it's summer in sipan & the town is full of models they're all at the restaurant but they're only eating entrees while the eunuchs dart around making stressful little sounds in the leafy hotel grounds we ate dinner then we ran yeah that summer in sipan well it's summer in sipan we go riding with maria she's got white bleach in her hair she looks like sinead o'connor & it's thirty eight degrees & we can't find any trees by the end i'm on my knees holding ice cube sin my hands yeah it's summer in sipan well it's summer in sipan & we're kayaking together through a turquoise coloured sea full of motor boats & fishes & the boats are making waves & the bay becomes a grave for the kayak we can't save time to make another plan yeah it's summer in sipan well it's summer in sipan & we're swimming off the jetty with the girls all deeply tanned & the guys with giant six packs next to them i feel a dork they're the cheese & i'm the chalk i can barely even talk to my so-called fellow man & it's summer in sipan well it's summer in sipan & we're riding home in darkness along narrow little lanes waiting for a car to pass us just to shed a little light on our path i hope it's right i don't want to get a fright riding straight into a dam well it's summer in sipan well it's summer in sipan & here comes the little ferry time to head back to the town for our last night in dubrovnik & the boat goes up & down drowning out the ocean sounds while the stars go turning round like a big electric fan yah it's summer in sipan [repeat to fade ...]

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