My right hand to God Left hand holding the jewels And I'm swearing up and down The tide stole my youth These creases in my brow ain't tan lines Saltwater swole my eyes (Beachlife) The sun's burning black and blue (On my green eyes) Too cold this side of June It ain't natural, right hand in yours Left hand holding the juice When that jungle flower blooms Better leave it in the ground, don't try to cut it out These creases in my brow ain't tan lines Saltwater swole my eyes (Beachlife) The sun's burning black and blue (On your green eyes) Too cold this side of June It ain't natural, I'll rebel, I'll rebel But it ain't natural, I take care, I take care It's just not growing well, I'm no match for you It's not hard to tell, This isn't going well But we're under the palm trees, thinking heaven must be Somewhere under these palm trees, with all the hell we're raising At least we had the palm trees, to shade us from the ray beams But not even the palm trees, could save us from the flames Summer remains