I met a bitch at the beach.
But was she worth the sand in my eyes!!?
Go back to hoolahooping in the mean time, girl.
But know you’re never gonna be my bride.
I don’t need your beach balls, baby!
Or your sand castles.
Like rotten roses.
What a waste of time.
I wouldn’t spend one dime on your cheap mismatched two piece bathing suit.
I’d rather smoke a bong of fruit loops and go back to bed.