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What's a boy to do
Dreaming every night of you
The words I say don't correspond with what I'm going through What's a boy to do
I'm dreaming every night of you
I feel sunburned and all sun stroked when I look at you
I've got my own way of living
I've got my own point of view
Wet-suits and campfires keep me warm at night
And I do all my bathing right here in the ocean darlin' that's why I smell like I do
What's a boy to do
Dreaming every night of you
The words I say don't correspond with what I'm going through What's a boy to do
I'm dreaming every night of you
I feel sunburned and all sun stroked when I look at you
I've got my own way of living
But this girl's messing with my program
I'm cutting off the other surfers on my take-offs and I don't even know I'm doing it
And whеn I get barrelled I see hеr face saying call me
What's a boy to do
Dreaming every night of you
The words I say don't correspond with what I'm going through What's a boy to do
I'm dreaming every night of you
I feel sunburned and all sun stroked when I look at you
I've got my own way of living
And right now that's called living alone
But I'm fixin' to fix all that, that's what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna get out of the water and introduce myself
Come on, boys!
What's a boy to do
Dreaming every night of you
The words I say don't correspond with what I'm going through What's a boy to do
I'm dreaming every night of you
I feel sunburned and all sun stroked when I look at you
What To Do was written by Bert Susanka.