| The yellow sun is setting into mellow purple blues |
| And all the while |
| Something 'bout the water makes me melt, it’s getting hotter now |
| And I’ll |
| Keep it slow |
| Oh, I know, know, know, know |
| (Ooh) |
| There’s salt on my lips |
| Your hands on my hips |
| And I’m taking sips from the ocean |
| I keep kissing the sweet in your lips |
| The salt at your hips |
| 'Cause you’re taking dips in the water |
| Dum da-da dum da-da dum da da |
| Ride the rhythm of the waves |
| It is easy |
| The current under us is busy tugging at our feet |
| We’re floating breezy |
| Out to sea |
| Come with me, me, me, me, me |
| There’s salt on my lips |
| Your hands on my hips |
| And I’m taking sips from the ocean |
| I keep kissing the sweet in your lips |
| The salt at your hips |
| And you’re taking dips in the water |
| My fingertips are turning into raisins |
| And too much sugar makes you sick |
| But for now, let’s take a dip |
| There’s salt on my lips |
| Your hands on my hips |
| And I’m taking sips from the ocean |
| I keep kissing the sweet in your lips |
| The salt at your hips |
| And you’re taking dips in the water |