She emerges like Ursula from Dr. No
Me I'm her James I'm the double O
We have an understanding
We fly together and avoid crashlanding
There's only one day left in paradise
But it takes two days to acclimatize
The palm tree leaves are waving
As I tune in to my Indian station
Beauty on the beach is suddenly within my reach
I realized there was nothing that I missed
She was there to provide her silent kiss
We had it all in spades
There was no time to be afraid
And overhead the bats were picking fruit
As we commerced in our birthday suits
The palm tree broom was sweeping
Away the blues there was no time for weeping
Beauty on the beach is suddenly within my reach
Hugh Cornwell - Beauty On The Beach Lyrics
Hugh Cornwell - Beauty On The Beach Lyrics
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She emerges like Ursula from Dr. No
Me I'm her James I'm the double O
We have an understanding
We fly together and avoid crashlanding
There's only one day left in paradise
But it takes two days to acclimatize
The palm tree leaves are waving
As I tune in to my Indian station
Beauty on the beach is suddenly within my reach
I realized there was nothing that I missed
She was there to provide her silent kiss
We had it all in spades
There was no time to be afraid
And overhead the bats were picking fruit
As we commerced in our birthday suits
The palm tree broom was sweeping
Away the blues there was no time for weeping
Beauty on the beach is suddenly within my reach
Me I'm her James I'm the double O
We have an understanding
We fly together and avoid crashlanding
There's only one day left in paradise
But it takes two days to acclimatize
The palm tree leaves are waving
As I tune in to my Indian station
Beauty on the beach is suddenly within my reach
I realized there was nothing that I missed
She was there to provide her silent kiss
We had it all in spades
There was no time to be afraid
And overhead the bats were picking fruit
As we commerced in our birthday suits
The palm tree broom was sweeping
Away the blues there was no time for weeping
Beauty on the beach is suddenly within my reach