Ocean tide, you always bring me to my knees, yeah you got me begging, won’t

You please wash over me? say, I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna go, Pawley’s

Isle and all the sweet Palmetto trees, yeah you make it hard to leave this

Place I call SC, say, I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna go,

Cuz I’m a sucker for the beach walks, I cannot get enough of dock talks,

Split a midnight case with Russ and Jimmy you can’t beat, can imagine who

I’ll meet in sweet SC

Southern skies, you seduce these star-struck eyes, greatest rival to any

Little damsel that may try, say, beat’em every time, beat’em every time,

Stars are out, ain’t got a think to talk about, like words would win over

Them, ooh I highly doubt say, beat’em every time, beat’em every time

Cuz I’m a sucker for the beach walks, I cannot get enough of dock talks,

Split a midnight case with Russ and Jimmy you can’t beat, can imagine who

I’ll meet in sweet SC

Fourth of July, oh it lit up the sky yeah I never been a fan of fireworks,

I nearly died, but that night it was to die for, came in so late with an

Increased heart rate, after dodging flames to celebrate, this state of

Independence, oh I felt so independent, Peter got his first kiss, he felt

The same bliss that I felt at the movies age fifteen, count of Monte

Cristo, too bad I missed though, just another date with Amy G, a date with

Amy G, a date with Amy G, a date with Amy G