She’s my sunset siren.
A sweet song in the crashing waves.
She’s my down south baby.
Her eyes, burnt honey, her lips, two open graves.
Oh, she can call me out to sea anytime.
I don’t care,
I’ll run, crawl, or climb.
She’s my sunset siren.
A sweet song in the crashing waves.
She’s my down south baby.
Her eyes, burnt honey, her lips, two open graves.
Oh, she can call me out to sea anytime.
I don’t care,
I’ll run, crawl, or climb.
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