A big pulsating vein on the side of my tube snake
Woke up next to a beach bum oiled up in dried come I think his name was Jake or was it
Jason, Gregory, Owen or Jimmy
I forget I’ve been with so many beach men
They sweet talk me, but me red stripes next thing I know I’m on my belly with a Mr universe inside of me
Or was it Randy, Ricky, Mikey or Bobby? Who knows they all kind of run together that is the way of the beach mon.
There is no gay or straight here just fucking
There is no love or hate here just coming until your balls pop like little balloons in the sea
Hey mon, you got with Jimmy mon?! That’s my boyfriend mon!!!!!!
I don’t care and I’d do it again
Gay on the beach all day my friend
150 red stripes in my gut
Empty little bottles all over this air bnb and cocaine on the coffee table
I really screwed up this time mon
Oh no I did gay stuff again
Oh well that is life on the island
Mon