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The Beach at San Tropez
He saw her ^Cin her bathing suit,
As she lay upon the golden ^G7sand,
She said, "I suppose that you're admiring
My arms and legs because they're ^Ctanned.
But there's parts of me that you can't see,
And they're ^C7all white, old ^Fthing."
He said, "I bet they're better than all ^Cwhite--
I'll bet they're ^G7absowutely wavish^Cing!"
Chorus:
She brought her ^Fma as chape^Crone, ^G7'cause you know what people ^Csay,
A girl's not ^Fsafe all on her ^Cown, ^G7on the beach at San Tro^Cpez.
She showed ^Chim a snap of her,
He said, "That bare midrif's not very ^G7chaste,"
She said, "That's not a bare midrif,
That's Jack's bare arm around my ^Cwaist."
He put his glasses on and then,
He stared ^C7at the snap a little ^Fmore.
Then he said, "I knew I'd never ^Cseen you
Wear a ^G7wristwatch there be^Cfore."
Chorus
^CVery soon they were but friends,
And one day he taught her how to ^G7swim,
First the breast stroke then the crawl,
While she clung on tight to ^Chim.
Then Mama came down the promenade,
She saw ^C7them and cried, "Oh dearie ^Fme!
If you're going to carry on like ^Cthat
You'd better ^G7both go into the ^Csea."
Chorus
Ma said, "^CNow you're 17,
It is time you knew what's ^G7what,"
So they talked about the facts of life
And her mother learned an awful ^Clot.
She said, "Never let him in your room,"
She re^C7membered what Mama had ^Fsaid,
And she never let him in her ^Croom,
She went a^G7long to his in^Cstead.
Chorus
And ^Cso mama sent her home,
For she feared that she might go a^G7stray,
Then one day she got a note
From her boy in San Tro^Cpez.
But the contents of the note he wrote
Made her ^C7feel so very ^Fsad,
He said, "Today I married your ma^Cma,
^G7Yours with fond affection, ^CDad."
So all you ^Flovely British ^Cgirls,
Listen ^G7carefully to what I ^Csay,
Bring your ^Fsister, not ma^Cma,
^G7When you come to San Tro^Cpez.
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