Sinister Surf Sluts - Sentient Cement

Sinister surf sluts, sinister surf sluts

Struttin' down the beach
She walks tall and looks like a peach
She's got her friends gathered all around
A stray frown she won't take lying down

Bronze hair showers down her back
Fingernails painted platinum black
Red tri-top, chic shades
100% Scandinavian maid

Sinister surf sluts, sinister surf sluts

Sonny boy with Smokey the dog
Splashes by with his head in a fog
Throws his frisbee to the farthest wave
His foot slips and he spills in the lave



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45-49.5 double back for drums and bass only?
 

 A girl snickers hand upon her lips
From her hand silver water drips
Poor kid, red upon his face
Thinks he should have stayed home in the first place

Sinister surf sluts, sinister surf sluts

Peach pet pulls her friends hand back
Wags her finger and looks like a snack
Leans down to our surfer boy
Plants a kiss, on the lips, now he's bursting with joy

I smile and wave, but can't really tell
Those sexy shades can go to hell
The pack is struttin' on down the beach
Then luscious stops, waves back and blows a kiss to my cheek

Sinister surf sluts, sinister surf sluts


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This song is dedicated to Kevin Fox,
whom I'm pretty sure I was channeling
when I wrote this.  I never met Smokey,
but I was totally picturing Kevin and
his fun-lovin' pup cruising around
South Carolina when I wrote this. - JC

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