I‘m sick of snow, I’m tired of cold
I need a winter break
my skin seeks sun, my spirit sinks
my aging ankles ache.
Though March is knocking on the door
it can’t come quick enough
I’m dreaming of a golden beach
with sand that’s smooth not rough.
CHORUS:
Meet me in Miami, ‘cuz I need to have some heat
I’ll sip an icy Coke, with warm water at my feet
I’ll stash away my sweaters, they’ll be safe until the fall
I’ll slip on a sarong, that I purchased at Maine mall.
I‘ll ignore the stinging fish
and the trashy tourists, too
I’ll refuse to buy a beer
from a jerk who wears J. Crew.
I‘ll bask, I’ll baste, and I will burn
my body, ’till it’s brown
and when my hubby hugs me
I will holler “Put me down!”
CHORUS:
Meet me in Miami, ‘cuz I need to have some heat
I’ll sip an icy Coke, with warm water at my feet
I’ll stash away my sweaters, they’ll be safe until the fall
I’ll slip on a sarong, that I purchased at Maine mall.
