From the album What Was She Doing on the Shore That Night?
la la la la la
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It started in a sharI's out in emeryville
I was meeting a girl
Under a shooting star
With my mastercard
Burning in my pocket is a picture of you
As she approaches the booth
I just smile and stand
Cup her face in my hands
Don’t cry
You’re never going to see him again
And why would you want to after what he did
La la la la la…
Then she smiles
As we’re driving away
Even the sailboats form a grin in the bay
And the motel is shining like a big glass diamond
As we’re pulling in
Accidently
En route to their floor
I touch her fingers
Holding the elevator door
And her skin of course feels nothing like yours but it’ll do
Overjoyed
But looking slightly detached
I slip the key in
And the lock is unlatched
So I motion for this blonde girl that I'm with to enter first
Like a gentleman
La la la la la…
Painted seashells
On the wall above the bed
And a mermaid with her lips smeared red
Under a bedspread of wine there’s a foam rubber lining and crispy linens
Then it’s over
And I'm tightening my belt
I should be smiling, but something I've never felt
Comes creeping inside me like hot cyanide
Or was I dreaming?
La la la la la
It started at a sharI's out in emeryville
I was meeting a girl
For a magical night
It was the end of my life
Words and music by michael johnson
© 2006 zubsongs, ltd.