Lawrence S. Pertillar (February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Baby...
Bring that magic to me.

Baby...
Bring that magic to me.

I am glad we met,
In this Summer season.
I'd like to lay on the beach wet!
And sweat for different reasons.

Baby...
Bring that magic to me.

Baby...
Bring that magic to me.

With music softly played,
Our bodies get delighted.
With a tan that the Sun bakes...
A taste of the rhythm the sand takes.

And baby...
Bring that magic to me.

Classy baby...
Bring that magic to me.

With music samba played,
Our bodies get delighted.
With a tan that the Sun bakes...
We dance in a rhythm that the sand takes.

With music softly played,
Our bodies get delighted.
With a tan that the Sun bakes...
A taste of the rhythm the sand takes.

I like to lay on the beach wet.
And sweat for different reasons.
I like to lay on the beach wet.
And sweat for different reasons.

Classy baby...
Bring that magic to me.

With music samba played,
Our bodies get delighted.
No better place to lay,
Than on a beach excited.

You can dance with the rhythm,
'And beach wet'
Tan or prance with the rhythm,
'And beach wet'
Make romance with the rhythm,
'And beach wet'

No matter what you do you do it!

Dance with the rhythm,
'And beach wet'
Tan or prance with the rhythm,
'And beach wet'
Make romance with the rhythm,
'And beach wet'

No matter what you do you do it!

Dance with the rhythm,
'And beach wet'
Tan or prance with the rhythm,
'And beach wet'
Make romance with the rhythm,
'And beach wet'

No matter what you do you do it!

Baby...
Bring that magic to me.

Baby...
Bring that magic to me.

I am glad we met,
In this Summer season.
I'd like to lay on the beach wet!
And sweat for different reasons.