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I got my swimcap and comb and my paperback book that I'm almost through
I got my lipstick and mirror and my suntan lotion and my cam'ra too.
I got my beach bag full of all the necessary items for a day in the sun
And of course it wouldn't be like me if I didn't bring along -
Some sunglasses
mmm
to hide behind. Sunglasses
mmm
to cry behind.
Sunglasses
mmm
to die behind.
Dear
while I lie and cry and sigh and hurt and watch you while you flirt
With your somebody new
I'm makin' me blue.
I brought my towel and transistor radio
so I could tell all the time
'Cause the Top Forty records and the weather sports
will get you off of my mind.
I'll rent an umbrella from the lifeguard fella with the dreamy eyes
And you can bet
I couldn't forget my old stand-bys -
My sunglasses
mmm
to hide behind. Sunglasses
mmm
to cry behind
. . .
Sunglasses
mmm
sunglasses
mmm
sunglasses
mmm
sunglasses
Mmm
sunglasses
mmm. sunglasses
mmm. sunglasses
mmm. sunglasses . .
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