Island Lights and Alcohol Nights

If you lose your shoes tonight, that's how you know the holiday is working.

Ooh. We pull into port, sun kissing my skin.

Bikini line showing where the fun begins. Pineapple drinks dripping down my wrists.

Met a cute stranger who leaned in and kissed. Palm trees swaying like they're dancing

too. Bright blue water reflecting you. Sand in my hair and salt

on my lips. Already buzzing from one little sip. We got nowhere to be but

this. Body heat mixing with the mist. You say, "Let's follow the

sound of the lights". I say, "Only if you hold me tight".