Sophie B. Hawkins – Surfer Girl

Let me be your guitar strummer

Catch a wave between your curls

All I need is one hot summer

To become my surfer girl

I don’t wanna build a castle of sand without your help

I don’t wanna wade in the water with anyone else

Let me be your diving partner

Teach you not to be afraid

To go deeper for the treasure that was lost one stormy day

I’d rather be your surfer girl

Than have all the riches in the world

And I’d rather lie with you on the beach

Than suffer admirers at my feet

Why can’t I be your surfer child?

And catch the stars as they fall from your eyes

Sweep me out in your rip tide

Ride ride ride

Let me be your conga player

Serenade you on the street

Al the natives’ gather there

In the evening by the sea

I’d rather be your surfer girl

Than have all the riches in this world

And I’d rather lie with you on the beach than suffer admirers at my feet

Why can’t I be your surfer child

And catch the stars as they dull from your eyes

Sweep me out in your riptide

Ride ride ride