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Back To My Room - Club des Belugas
Written by：Ferank Manseed/Maxim Illion/Kitty the Bill
I can't seem to sleep this morning
Because the outdoor sun is calling
Shafts of lights that
Pierce the blinds
Cutting the dust into golden lines
My sunglasses on before we open the door
Summer's here today
It ain't spring no more
With the gentle buzzing
Of the flies and the bees
And ripe fruits hanging
From my mango trees
With the gentle buzzing
Of the flies and the bees
And ripe fruits hanging
From my mango trees
We build a sand castle
On a scorching beach
Pass the sunblock baby
It's just outta my reach
Looking fine in just
Don't say and a vest
You watch the sweat
Trickle down between my best
As I go for a swim
I know you're checking my age
To the sound of the ice cubes
As They crack in your glass
We sit under a tree
In the shadows till noon
Sipping from a glass
Till the afternoon
Under a tree
In the shadows till noon
Sipping from a glass
Till the afternoon
The pollen is blowin' on the wind
To the gentle flutter of a butterflies wings
Siesta time is crucial for me baby
Cause That when I get to be your special lady
Then we ride on my vespa into the warm breeze
And watch the sunset glow
With my main squeeze
With the smell of the summer
And the jasmine in bloom
And when the sun has gone down
We go back to my room
Smell of the summer
And the jasmine in bloom
And when the sun has gone down
We go back to my room
