Oh she was walking past the ocean
With a danish in her hand
And he was lying by the door
With a book, nothing planned
The sun's beaming over the hills
What a perfect time
Oh she brought that danish to
Give him one hell of a fright
She said (ah-ah-ah)
'Oh, why don't you take me back?'
'Oh, why don't you take me back?'
'Oh, why don't you take me back?'
Oh he grabbed that danish from her
Spat on it, then gave it back
Oh she sunk her head into her arms
Shut the door and left
The sun's now dancing behind the hills, la de da da
Oh she stumbled off on man
He read his book instead
She said (ah-ah-ah)
'Oh, why don't you take me back?'
'Oh, why don't you take me back?'
'Oh, why don't you take me back?'
