Dixie Cup of Sand

I'm taking home a dixie cup of sand
A couple of sea shelves
My diary
And some kodak colored pictures
Of the one who's breaking my heart

I'm closing up my suitcase for the summer
I'll take this year's souvenirs and start
With my dixie cup of sand
A couple of sea shelves
And my broken heart

Why must it always turn out like this
I've got plenty sand
And I've got plenty shelves
But I don't have anyone to hug and kiss
Hug and kiss
So I'm taking home...
A dixie cup of sand
And my broken heart