Seashell
Craig Flanagin / James Garrison
It's a hot summer sun
It's a cool summer breeze
The roar in a seashell
It's a long, slow tease
I swim in the pool
The slpash up behind
They play too rough
But I don't mind
The roar in my eardrums
Things I hadn't planned
The smell of the sand
and the weight of her hand
I tried to say the word
But my tongue feels lazy
These Filipina girls
They're driving me crazy
