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Echo of my stilettos, flowery Valentino
I know you ll never let go
And my hair is salty sweet from our hours on the beach
Let s pretend that I m all yours
Gimme Paloma galore, boundaries all out the door
Follow me, we go explore
Bring the sand into our sheets
triangle bikini bleached
This is what we came here for

One hand, under my yellow top
Two hands, mm, gimme all you got
Wet dreams, if you close your eyes
Back to the city by the beach, to the city where we?
One hand, show me who you are
Two hands, I wanna see the stars
Wet dreams, you re forever right
Back to the city by the beach, to the city where we?

To the city, by the beach
To the city, by the beach (ah-ah-ah)
By the beach (ah-ah-ah)
To the city, by the beach
To the city, by the beach (ah-ah-ah)
By the beach (ah-ah-ah)

Echo of my stilettos, flowery Valentino
I know you ll never let go
And my hair is salty sweet from our hours on the beach
Let s pretend that I m all yours

Yours, yours, yours, yours
Yours, yours
Take it to the city by the beach
Back to the city, back-back to the beach

One hand, under my yellow top
Two hands, mm, gimme all you got
Wet dreams (wet dreams) , if you close your eyes
Back to the city by the beach, to the city where we?
One hand, show me who you are
Two hands, I wanna see the stars
Wet dreams (wet dreams) , you re forever right
Back to the city by the beach, to the city where we?

To the city, by the beach
To the city, by the beach (ah-ah-ah)
By the beach (ah-ah-ah)
To the city, by the beach
To the city, by the beach (ah-ah-ah)
By the beach (ah-ah-ah)
To the city where we?