When the sun gets carried The tide curves off your body
When the fire gets hazy, hey The flames roll down and off her body
So rise, Sherry, rise, Sherry, rise Wondering why no one told you
Now I can walk the stones of the shoreline And taste the ocean salt when the cold shines My words are rolling soft down your south side
So rise, Sherry, rise, Sherry, rise Wondering why no one told you
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