The Co-Pilots - Hawaii

Give me the Bahamas mama
I don't feel like working no more
I just feel like roasting on the shore
With our tropical sun, and my hand held in yours
In our big beach house we'll wait out the storm

In the West Indies air, we'll be safe down there
Without our parents and jobs
And without a care

I'll be holding you close from coast to coast
Or from isle to isle, if I could make you smile

And we'll dream about that beach
From our apartment in our comfortable suburban street
Or a house in East LA
Where we can just get high and waste the day

Well hey, I'm making the decision to stay
In my boring life if I could have you today
Well hell yeah, you're the kind of girl that makes me glad
That I'm here with you and not on some beach pad

So take me to Hawaii baby
I don't feel like trying no more
I just feel like roasting on the shore
Let the waves crash over me and soak me to my core
Because I don't feel like loving no more

I want a simple life, so don't you take your knife
And stick it in my eye, hopefully I'll die

I'll be holding you close from coast to coast
Or from isle to isle if you could stay a while

And we'll dream about that beach
From our apartment in our comfortable suburban street
Or a house in East LA
Where we can just get stoned and waste the day

Well hey, I'm making the decision to stay
In my boring life if I could have you today
Well hell yeah, you're the kind of girl that makes me glad
That I'm here with you and not on some beach pad

I'll never have a broken heart again
I'll lay right here upon the sand and contemplate just how you've been
I'll never be let down again by friends
No, I'll be there

Well hey, I'm making the decision to stay
In my boring life if I could have you today
Well hell yeah, you're the kind of girl that makes me glad
That I'm here with you and not on some beach pad
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Written by:
Tanner Williams

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