Ott 16 2010
poesia “Thank God I surf”
Thank God I surf
don’t wanna work
can’t stand the stress
my life’s the best
Thank God I surf
don’t wanna work
no bosses screamin’at me
I’ll be somewhere in Fiji
Thank God I surf
don’t wanna work
no commute,no 9 to 5 grind
the waves bring me piece of mind
Thank God I surf
don’t wanna work
making love to the ocean
shifting hips, grinding motions
Beach break, reef break
it don’t matter to me
all I really want
is to be set free
onshore offshore
you’ll find me there
without any worries
without any cares
Thank God I surf
don’t wanna work
longboard,shortboard,whatever floats
your boat]
no cubicle for me I’m on an island so
remote]