Girls With Curls

She just transferred from the bay with the smell of ocean spray

She don't need no rich perfume, just a flower fresh in bloom

On a day like August first, I go out without a shirt

Where I smell the ocean spray, ain't this the life?

With sunblock on my nose and a cooler full of Coke

I face the blue sky, from behind I hear that note

Here they come, oh my god

With their hair, goldenrod

Here come the girls with curls (girls with curls)

Girls with curls (girls with curls)

Girls with curls (girls with curls)