Lyrics

You came south from Chicago In your brand new cut off jeans You said, "Piña colada" And I said, "This one's on me" I watched you sway to the music You stayed close enough to see You gave me your number Said, "I'm staying right down the beach" We'd go down to the water And drink straight from the bottle The waves rolled in when we were just setting sail We rode around all summer We knew the end was coming At least we'd have a hell of a story to tell From that sunset carousel We took off like the sunrise Just watched those ponies spin That first time in July And over and over and over again We'd go down to the water And drink straight from the bottle The waves rolled in when we were just setting sail We rode around all summer We knew the end was coming At least we'd have a hell of a story to tell From that sunset carousel From that sunset carousel Like a souvenir sticker, the colors fade But we held on like they wouldn't, but then September came We'd go down to the water And drink straight from the bottle The waves rolled in when we were just setting sail We rode around all summer We knew the end was coming At least we'd have a hell of a story to tell From that sunset carousel From that sunset carousel
Writer(s): David Nail, Grant Vogel, Robyn Collins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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