We invent them, the coconuts
Me on the beach, you on your back
The seashells, your sarong
I know, I know, I'm inventing a swimsuit for you.

It's the North Sea but with you
Everything is throbbing, it becomes Rio
Everything is throbbing and everything is too hot
Yet tonight, it will be zero.

The palm trees, the clouds in the sun are tropical
And the tan on your buttocks draws a heart, vulgar but beautiful
Like our love.

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