I remember the sea shore
with its so pale-skinned girls
Their soul was hospitable
Can't say I didn't like that
Naive and cute as well
You could see in their pupils
That they wanted to exercise
To stay nicely slim
Again and again
They could have danced java
They were nice, the seashore girls
They were made for a guy with a knack
One of them was called Eve
She really was the girl of my dreams
She had only one flaw
She went to swin a tad bit too often
Rather than going to the massager
She beckoned to any swimmer
To fondle around her heart
Gently, gently
Gently and deeply
They were nice, the seashore girls
They were made for a guy with a knack
Forgiving her ways
I asked her to share my life
But as soon as summer came back
I started to worry
Because on the North Sea shores
She started again with her sport
I tolerated this hobby
Because she would have turned skinny without
Then one day I got fed up
This was more than I could handle
I handed her to a hustler
And I swam toward other waters
Gently, gently
They were nice, the seashore girls
They were made for a guy with a knack