Palm Beach (feat. Kicio, Alias Chain & Hash Cookies) - Kaner

I can't get the sand out of my shoes Being in Florida has done a number on my blues Just the way the women walk round' here Well, it's plain to see the way the sand and sea Have done a number on me And the sky is threatening black and gray And the sun's a festering red [Unverified] She had risen from bed So breakfast, again Delayed, postponed, I won't be fed The surf has swallowed him up He's a memory now The water is warmer Then it has been for weeks Grandma lives just down the road She making supper for me tonight She's been nice to me since '73 When his son lost his life And now his ghost is a rising host Above the blinding blur I would have assume some maid would swoon And his soul would capture her He's still a fine kid What with all that he did He's a fan of mine I wasn't planning to spend So long in town But the break in the weather Has got the partner down She won't get out, [unverified] Seems she's sewn to the seat It's a dirty old trick that I'm yet to lick And she's yet to beat And you can see it in her eyes She was born unwise, she was born for me And she morns too long I'll know something is wrong and I'll leave her be I can see it in his shoes He was born to lose He was born for me