Evil
Little people made of sand
Live in a beach and they blend in
If you don't see them just pretend
Evil
Little people made of sand
Live in a beach and they blend in
If you don't see them just pretend
Bathing suit
Wrapped around my waist
With a Capri-sun in my hand
I don't know what you got planned
I jump in to the hotel pool
And your head popped out the water
Can we stay a little longer? (Mom, can we live here?)
Evil
Little people made of sand
Live in a beach and they blend in
If you don't see them just pretend
Evil
Little people made of sand
Live in a beach and they blend in
If you don't see them just pretend
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