PICNIC AT THE BEACH
A couple of wine glasses
Plastic ones will do
A lobster sandwich for me
An egg salad one for you;
An old faded quilt Mom made
My jacket 'case it's cold
And we're off to watch the sun
Set before we're old.
The sea lies in wait, all blue
Silent, calm and still
We look all around for shells
And then you hold me, Will;
Your mouth finds my soft lips
Our tongues are entwined
And then we flop on the quilt
To sip and drink our wine.
Sunset at the beach is best
After a stressful day
And while we sit at home
Before either one can say:
"What's for supper, baby?"
Or "What is on TV?"
Before you start reading
And then ignoring me.
The tide rolls on top our feet
We laugh and get all wet
Then we wade with pants rolled up
Playing with our pet;
Your hand I reach to hold
The sun is fading fast
Like our lives will someday
'Cuz nothing seems to last.
How I love to be with you
And hear you say my name
How I miss you when you leave
For golf, to play your game;
Our love is the perfect kind
I thought we'd never reach
I'll always love every time
We picnic at the beach.
A couple of wine glasses
Plastic ones will do
A lobster sandwich for me
An egg salad one for you;
An old faded quilt Mom made
My jacket 'case it's cold
And we're off to watch the sun
Set before we're old.
The sea lies in wait, all blue
Silent, calm and still
We look all around for shells
And then you hold me, Will;
Your mouth finds my soft lips
Our tongues are entwined
And then we flop on the quilt
To sip and drink our wine.
Sunset at the beach is best
After a stressful day
And while we sit at home
Before either one can say:
"What's for supper, baby?"
Or "What is on TV?"
Before you start reading
And then ignoring me.
The tide rolls on top our feet
We laugh and get all wet
Then we wade with pants rolled up
Playing with our pet;
Your hand I reach to hold
The sun is fading fast
Like our lives will someday
'Cuz nothing seems to last.
How I love to be with you
And hear you say my name
How I miss you when you leave
For golf, to play your game;
Our love is the perfect kind
I thought we'd never reach
I'll always love every time
We picnic at the beach.

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