Amy

Verse 1:

Turn the volume up, it’s time to hear my jam,

The wind is the rhythm, the air is the beat.

Tiptoe through the sand, feel the warm sun’s hand,

Shiny like precious stones, glimmering in the heat.

Chorus:

Turn it up, feel the sound,

Let the rhythm take you ’round,

Dancing free under the sun,

With this beat, we’re never done!

Verse 2:

The waves are crashing, a perfect harmony,

With each note, I feel my spirit soar.

The breeze in your hair, wild and carefree,

Let’s lose ourselves, who could ask for more?