Aussie Philosophy - Steve Forde

Her daddy was a surfer, she grew up on the waves Her mamma was a waitress, down at "Tiki Dave's" She was born in July, took her first steps in the sand That's where she found her freedom and that's where it all began She's got a hula girl dancing on her dashboard On her ankle, there's a string of puka shells She leaves a trail of broken hearts along the seashore She's summer's little angel She's got freckles on her shoulders, tattooed by the sun Little white tan lines where her bikini runs She puts messages in bottles and sends them out to sea Asking for her true love, that's how she got to me She's got a hula girl dancing on her dashboard On her ankle, there's a string of puka shells She leaves a trail of broken hearts along the seashore She's summer's little angel Well, summer came and went, just like the perfect wave But I never will forget how she drove away With a hula girl on her dashboard, I bet right now She's got a hula girl dancing on her dashboard On her ankle, there's a string of puka shells She leaves a trail of broken hearts along the seashore She's summer's little angel Summer's little angel I bet right now she's got a hula girl Dancing on her dashboard Summer's little angel (summer's little angel) Summer's little angel (summer's little angel) I bet right now she's got a hula girl Dancing on her dashboard Summer's little angel

She, brushes the hair from her face Slowly she whops it away Looks up and says "if that's what you need Then take all the time that you want I'll take mine, it will hurt for a while But I know I'll survive I've heard it before It's the not first time somebody's walked out my door Saying they wanted more" I've been walked on a stone dumped and left home alone I've got holes in my heart, I've been used, torn apart I've been wasted, I've been wasted She gets in the car and she leaves Finding it hard to believe He used that same old "it's not you, it's you" She pulls in the drive, slams the door walks inside Gets a friend on the line and ... Says baby it is me, this ain't the first time Somebody's walked out my door Saying they wanted more I've been walked on a stone dumped and left home alone I've got holes in my heart, I've been used, torn apart I've been wasted, I've been wasted I've been wasted, I've been wasted I've been walked on a stone dumped and left home alone I've got holes in my heart, I've been used, torn apart I've been wasted, I've been wasted I've been wasted, I've been wasted She hangs up the phone Walks into the room, gets down on her knees Reaches under the bed where they used to sleep Grabs a full box of shells, but one's all she needs She heads to the top of the dresser the draws Where his jocks and his jeans and his girls magazine There in the corner she knows where it . And it's ... words, he stabbed in her back As she loads up the pistol, says this is revenge Says fk around make it simple, you won't do it again I've been walked on a stone dumped and left home alone I've got holes in my heart, I've been used, torn apart I've been wasted, I've been wasted I've been wasted, I've been wasted I've been wasted, I've been wasted I've been wasted, I've been wasted