Summer Girl

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C                                    Am
This summer will be different I will move across the town
F          C                                  G
Promenade above the beach until my face turns brown
        F                         C
With my hands in my pockets and a casual stroll
         Am
from the town beach to the dock
    C
The girls they walk in two's and three's,
      Am            F                    G
their pretty cotton frocks teased by the breeze.
                                              C
And I will find a long-limbed summer girl for me.
I will assume the accent of some Yankee sailor boy
Stranded between merchant ships with some time to enjoy.
A week or two down by the bay with tupp'ney ice-cream cones
And petticoats and sandy kisses, breasts smooth as stones washed by the sea
And I will find a long-limbed summer girl for me.