The streets by the beach keep moving you toward
the sunny side of the sea. Where people in hordes
walk out on the boards sniffing the foods on the breeze.
And all the young boys are flexing around
looking for young girls too see.
And everyone's hot, and everyone's got
what it takes to be happy and free.

Chorus:
Oh the shore is the place to paint on a face,
get bathed in perfume or cologne.
yes the shore is the place with that fabulous pace
when you're hot and just can't be alone.

The heat from the beach drives your mind toward
the coolest side of the town. Where people park cars
and drift into bars after the sun has gone down.
And all the young guys are dreaming up lies
for the young girls who are easily found.
And every bright smile is designed to beguile
someone else into fooling around.

Chorus:
Oh the shore is the place to paint on a face,
get bathed in perfume or cologne.
yes the shore is the place with that fabulous pace
when you're hot and just can't be alone.

The band at the beach is pounding it out
tuned to the throb in your chest
so you dance and you shout cause that’s what its about
when everyone’s looking their best.
Then a girl over there Gives you the stare
She looks like she could be miss right.
So you say something nice but she gives you the ice
and you know you won't get none tonight.

Chorus:
Oh the shore is the place to paint on a face,
get bathed in perfume or cologne.
yes the shore is the place with that fabulous pace
when you're hot and just can't be alone.

The streets by the beach keep moving you toward
the sunny side of the sea. Where people in hordes
walk out on the boards sniffing the foods on the breeze.
And all the young boys are flexing around
looking for young girls too see.
And everyone's hot, and everyone's got,
what it takes to be happy and free.

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