A tropical breeze under palm trees, Chardonnay and caldo de camarones
Eighty degrees, shorts to my knees, Calypso de canciones
Walking a sandbar with a maduro cigar in the moon light
Bare feet in the sand holding your hand, a lighthouse beams ahead bright
Waves lap the shore calling for more, star\'s kisses in the sky
A siren\'s call on an island small, a place for which to die