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Running through the beach,
Diving through the water,
jumping on my board catching every wave,
then I see him just ahead,
through the drizzle of my wave,
look at him my surfer boy,
trying to stay ahead I raise his way,
stay right ahead,
we lock our eyes,
he'll never forget me.
I'll never forget him,
I crash in the water forgettting my place,
He jumps from his surfboard and provides me his help,
he grabs my board and we swim to the coast,
Oh how the water is cupid for me,
how we looks in my eyes with the salt in his hair,
smiling at me through that white clear smile,
with his perfect hair nd his bronzed stomach,
he is mine,
my surfer boy.

tu q me inspiras desde tanto y siempre lo haras


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by Motatesta

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