Hang Out At the Beach

Summer time blue funk
Can't stand all this humid stuff
I have had enough

Car's like an oven
Air-conditioner's working
But the heat is winning

Sweat just pours off me
Clothes and sand stick to bodies
Go to a nude beach

There it's no torture
To frolic in the water
And to "hang" out there...
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