Hands dancing underneath the stars
Soft skin, had my thoughts travelling way too far
Simple, elegant, still not shy to do the fan twerk
Brave, adventurous, doesn’t want to go to work

With a towel or by the sand
Sang along with me and my band
Ears and other parts better not to be named
That sky and moment better get framed

I don’t speak her language
She doesn’t speak mine
Though we know how to use our tongues
Though we knew how to make each other feel fine

Laughs that couldn’t be stopped
I knew I’d have to get her top off
With our eyes following the shooting stars
Not any other wish I’d have at that part

What could be wetter than
A Polish girl
Brazilian man
On the Fijian sand