Wayamaya کے بول

He was a big wave surfer Living down by Waimea bay We had a few friends Never thought it would end I remember an all white day With eight story waves He said: Your eyes are grey (Beautiful) We were living on Coeur d’Alene On Carol lane, Sun Manta Ray Driving in our Mercury down to Waimea Driving in our Mercury Driving in our Mercury down to Waimea Driving in our Mercury I remember we came in May And we changed our names to Lana and Rey We’d be up ’til the Sun rose, ay I’m in gold Lamé, your pink floral haze Driving in our Mercury down to Waimea Driving in our Mercury Driving in our Mercury down to Waimea Driving in our Mercury Waikiki, cove Waikiki, cove Waikiki, Waikiki, Waikiki, cove Waikiki, cove Waikiki, cove Waikiki, Waikiki, Waikiki, cove