The Beach

So, there's you and me again
And once again
Always a certain something
Like nerves and the rain
Meeting on the corner
You had your short sleeves rolled
And all the while
I smiled as you
Went looking for
The beach
Under the paving stones

Dealing with it
Leaving it
Turning it in and out
And under the circumstances
I couldn't help it

Dealing with it
Leaving it
Turning it in and out and
Under the circumstances
That's as far as I'd go
Really, I don't want to know