I'd Probably Do It Again

I met a girl at the beach

It was underneath a blazing sun,

Just like usual I was looking for a little fun,

I was sitting and chilling out

And listening to the braking waves

That's when the day really started to change

Rising out of the sea like Excalibur's sword,

All the men they're staring and the women they scorn

A glorious vision, the seventh deadly sin,

Tall, tanned and lovely like songs from Jobim

I started to gather my one thousand things,

The sand's in my shoes and my skins' been burning

It's very different where I'm from

So its hard to be like a true beach bum

I just get dizzy in the midday sun

She seems to dance around, she's born for this place,

Always next to her she keeps the same old battered books

Sometimes right over her face

A beautiful full moon party

She lives in the light of day

And is she reading 'A Picture of Dorian Gray'

Okay

She's a towering inferno of restless energy

But she's as patient as students of ornithology

She seems to wait for nothing but the close of the day

Then all of a sudden, just like I had prayed

I see her start to look my way

I'm as self-conscious and nervous as a first time virgin drug smuggler

I'm doing my best to keep my eyes from constantly being obvious and staring at her

I play with my phone, start texting a mate,

I hope they call back, that sucks

'Cause I'm here, she's hot and it's great

I take a little walk, over to the bar on the beach

The other English guys are as burnt as me

I order a beer 'cause I'm feeling real thirsty

I know it should be water 'cause this'll dehydrate me

To my surprise as I am sitting here

She sits right down right next to me and orders a beer

She speaks just like a native girl, she's humming a song

I'm resisting every tempting moment where I'm thinking I can just sing right along

Singing along

And now I can't believe it

But she asked me where I'm from,

Her accent is thick

I definitely wasn't wrong,

I tell her I'm from London

And she seems impressed

We start joking about the cold

The wind, the rain and the fog

Well all I try and do is stop staring at her chest

She'd love to move away and pursue her career

She studied at the university over here

She said she had some trouble getting hold of a visa

I said I would marry her, seem to please her

It was all going well so I ordered some shots (shots)

It went straight to my head 'cause I was tired and hot (hot)

This girl she had no problems with all of the tequila

I was just so shamelessly trying to feed her

I knew I was mangled when I tried to stand

I had double vision and the room span

She grabbed my arm to keep me steady

And she asked me in that cute voice "Are you feeling horny?"

We were staggering up the four flights of stairs together

I began to imagine me pursuing pleasure

As we entered the room she began to undress

She seductively asked me to turn around quickly to increase the suspense

Closing my eyes was like entering a vortex

Was I even going to manage to get through the sex

And so before it even all began

She battered me over the head with the bedside lamp

I awoke the next morning

And I was feeling like crap

All that was left was the shirt on my back

She must have spiked my drink

I could feel it in my throat

On the side of the table she'd left me a note

Thanks for last night, I don't need a visa

Why would I move, life is just easier

There's no moral in this tale

Which I guess is a shame

Cause the truth be told

I'd probably do it again

I'd probably do it again