Good evening my friends, where do I begin?
This is a story about the girl, from across the sea.
Big brown eyes, and a clever disguise;
And a stupid grin and a song to sing.
Having my chance, when he asked her to dance,
And, I think this girl has fallen into me
The night, as of when, never saw her again
I guess some things in life, just ain't supposed to be

Its over, she's over me,
I got your postcard, but can't forget the way you taste.
Its over, she's over me,
I'm going home now, and I can't help but feel I'm out of place.

I'd cross the ocean if I, could spend the rest of my life on a deserted island
When I get there maybe you'll take me for a ride?
Rocking my brains, I'm going insane
I'm trying to find the words to take away the pain
But when I think of her lips; and her smile and her tits 
I wonder how I had the strength to walk away
She gave it all, and she wanted to loll 
When she held my hand, and then she smiled at me.
Made me believe, I could do anything
I guess some things in life, just ain't supposed to be

It's over, she's over me,
I got your postcard, but can't forget the way you taste.
It's over, she's over me,
I'm going home now, and I can't help but feel I'm out of place.

I can hear her callin' in the air tonight, and it's been a while, oh,
I can hear her callin' in the air tonight, 
And it's been a while since I'd a held you tight.

Good evening my friends, where do I begin?
This is the story about the girl across the sea
Good evening my friends, where do I begin?
I guess some things in life just ain't supposed to be!

When I get back we'll float on your back
Now a Kodak moment - make a memory.
Sleeping till noon now I'm promising you, 
I'm going to show you how it was supposed to be, yeah!