Zack Villere

Sand People

Zack Villere


Evil
Little people made of sand
Live in a beach and they blend in
If you don't see them just pretend

Evil
Little people made of sand
Live in a beach and they blend in
If you don't see them just pretend

Bathing suit
Wrapped around my waist
With a Capri-sun in my hand
I don't know what you got planned
I jump in to the hotel pool
And your head popped out the water
Can we stay a little longer? (Mom, can we live here?)

Evil
Little people made of sand
Live in a beach and they blend in
If you don't see them just pretend

Evil
Little people made of sand
Live in a beach and they blend in
If you don't see them just pretend