Wet Hair

It's Friday morning, and I'm headed to the beach On the radio, they play a band called Fitch So I guess it's time to relax and lay in the sheets Only one thing left to do, got my board to reach I got my hair wet, now she won't let me in the bed Lay on her couch with a towel on my head A beer in my hand and the sun is burning red So forget about your worries and join me instead I'll never be the one to play all these games Leave you feelin' some type of ways You'll always have flowers in your vase Fresh fruits and candles of lavender haze But some days, things change I got my fuckin' hair wet I got my hair wet, now she won't let me in the bed Lay on the couch with a towel on my head A beer in my hand and the sun is burning red So forget about your worries and join me instead