Wish I could be the lake that you're swimming in Wish I could be the beach towel that you laid down on Or the sunshine kissing on your skin Or that two-piece that's fitting you so right, it's wrong There ain't nothing that I would rather see Than you

If all the young men Oh Sally, my dear It's you I'd be kissing She smiled and replied, "You don't know what you're missing" Were hares on the mountain How many young girls would take guns and go hunting? Were fish in the water How many young girls would