Scuzzy

Impressions fade but what remains Is the scent of you on my skin And the thought of you on my brain While the twilight fades Summer wind touches you hair Evening fires are burning bright Our passion is a satellite Orbiting a word called Scuzzy Scuzzy little mama and a scuzzy little baby too Scuzzy Yeah! I can be scuzzy just like my mom and papa used to do Summer sun touches our skin Morning waves are breaking white Let's relive the fun last night Right here on the sand Right here in your hand Written on the sand Me plus Scuzzy Scuzzy Scuzzy little mama and a scuzzy little baby too Scuzzy Yeah! I can be scuzzy just like my mom and papa used to do