In her favorite locket, hiding yellow pills
With white wine to chase them, lying on the hills
We kissed until we couldn’t breathe
The coldest sand is on the beach

Now she’s in her swimsuit with the yellow straps
Cutting it with scissors until there’s nothing left
& rubbing sunscreen on her breasts, she’s putting on her sunglasses

I could win,
I could lose,
But that’s a look I can’t refuse

Stop waiting…