Mimi On The Beach Lyrics

Mimi On The Beach

I scan the horizon for you, Mimi

I scan for the both of us

I scan the
horizon for you, Mimi

I stand and scan on the strand of sand

stand and
scan on the strand of sand 



but first I'm sitting over here

see
that gaggle of guys and girls

a typical day at the beach

well, typical
'til I make my speech 



there is a girl out on the sea

floating on
a pink surfboard

with a picnic lunch and parasol

sitting there like a
typical girl 



this is not a locker room

and that's a surfboard ---
not a yacht

the arrangement's not --- quite --- quite there 



one
girl laughs at skinny guys

someone else points out a queer

they're all
jocks --- both guys and girls

press the button --- take your cue




and see the girl with perfect teeth

she picks up lonely guys in
bars

then she takes off when they've bought her drinks

don't you have
money? I ask

of course I do... 



this is not a locker room

and
that's a surfboard --- not a yacht

the arrangement's not --- quite ---
quite there 



but the day was faultless in beauty

pitched on
tropical scenery

stretched from white sand

up to the open sky

down
to the shining sea again

and then back to me

and Mimi on the
beach

Mimi on the beach

Mimi and me... 



I'm still sitting over
there

one guy just got up and brayed

they wag their words --- they're
all in heat

I can ignore it --- just don't steam up the view




Mimi's still out on the sea

floating on a pink
surfboard

she's checking out her arms and legs

in case her casing's
getting burnt 



this is not a locker room

and that's a surfboard
--- not a yacht

the arrangement's not --- quite --- quite there




but the day was faultless in beauty

pitched on tropical
scenery

stretched from white sand

up to the open sky

down to the
shining sea again

and then back to me

and Mimi on the beach

Mimi on
the beach

Mimi and me... 



you don't know me but I've been watching
you all day

and I've come to the edge of the water now to have my
say

the picnic lunch is off

throw your parasol away

put your belly
to the board, Mimi, and paddle out to sea

then turn the board around, Mimi,
until you're facing me

then you wait for the waves to start building

for
the valleys to deepen

and the mountains to increase in height

and when
the right times comes, Mimi

you grab the edges of the board with your
hands

lift yourself up and stand there

and see as fasr as you can
see

stand up, Mimi

STAND UP 



I scan the horizon for you,
Mimi

I scan for the both of us

I scan the horizon for you, Mimi

I
stand and scan on the strand of sand

stand and scan on the strand of sand




the great leveller is coming

and he's not going to stop to take
your pulse

and he's not going to ask you why you're the way you are

and
I think that's the worst part

you never get a chance to explain
yourself

and he's going to take those mountains

and shove them into the
valleys

until there's nothing left except a vast expanse

and you'll
float there, Mimi

on the flat Sargasso Sea of your soul

and if they
pull you away from your bleaching pink surfboard

and stretch you across the
wind

you'll make no sound

wet leaves on a dry map

nothing,
nobody

the great leveller or the great escape? 



but the day was
faultless in beauty

pitched on tropical scenery

stretched from white
sand

up to the open sky

down to the shining sea again

and then back
to me

and Mimi on the beach

Mimi on the beach

Mimi and me...




there is a girl out on the sea

floating on a pink surfboard

a
parasol floats nearby

the arrangement's not --- quite --- quite there