Ma-Me-O-beach. The kind of place I like to be. Running on the sand. Or just lying in my baby's arms. . I can't swim. But I like the sea. So I'm going down. To Ma-Me-O-beach. I'm taking my
singing, girl is washed up. On Redondo beach and everyone is so sad. I was looking for you, are you gone, gone? Pretty little girl, everyone cried. She was the victim, of sweet suicide. I went looking
Song Lost Soul - Beach Baby. Oh, when sunday morning calls for me. Oh, and I kick this heaven and I get some peace. Oh, I can hear my thoughts in the walls and ceiling. Woah, I remind myself I'm a