Sexy Curves On the Beach [tropicana]

ok so lets see, i was strolling down the beach, cast away shorts,flip flops, wearing my dreds like Bob, ice cold carona in my right hand. she came strolling up the beach playing the white tee-shirt cut with the sexy mid-drift, waist-line with curves that flow deep like a sexy coast-line with seductive crystal brown sand.

The closer she got the more i  was diggin her style with a smile,so i decided to take this approach,excuse me lady but before you make your pass.the natural beauty of you has made me curious about your nature and the things that are in your head, so maybe i can speak to the softer side of your emotions. left hand on her cheek, right hand on her hip legs bowed back she replied, if the words you speak to my mind can find their way to my heart then you just might find my emotions,and if you find my emotions, then know that i have led you into my ocean.

Yeah thats just what i thought, so dig, i,m that big brown african lion running totaly strong,totaly free out on the savannah, before i get to your ocean whats your name, as we laid down under my teeki-hut in the moon-light she whisperd you can call me tropicana.