Her daddy was a surfer, she grew up on the waves
Her mumma was a waitress, down in "Tiki Daves"
She was born in July,
took her first steps in the sand
That's where she found her freeedom,
and that's where it all began

She's got a hula girl dancing on her dashboard
on her ankle there's a string of puka shells
she leaves a trail on broken
hearts along the seashore
she's summers little angel

She's got freckles on her
shoulders, tattooed দ্বারা the sun
Little white tan lines where her bikini runs
She puts messages in bottles
and sends them out to sea
Asking for her true love, thats how she got to me

She's got a...