Scuzzy
Christopher Read
Impressions fade but what remains
Is the scent of you on my skin
And the thought of you on my brain
While the twilight fades
Summer wind touches you hair
Evening fires are burning bright
Our passion is a satellite
Orbiting a word called
Scuzzy
Scuzzy little mama and a scuzzy little baby too
Scuzzy Yeah!
I can be scuzzy just like my mom and papa used to do
Summer sun touches our skin
Morning waves are breaking white
Let's relive the fun last night
Right here on the sand
Right here in your hand
Written on the sand
Me plus Scuzzy
Scuzzy
Scuzzy little mama and a scuzzy little baby too
Scuzzy Yeah!
I can be scuzzy just like my mom and papa used to do