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Little shotgun shack in the middle of the Heights And the men on the front porch on this June bug night Talking 'bout the week over a beer Let it all go man- the weekend is here Through the screen door Myla dances with the radio In that summer's dress she looks so fine but she's got nowhere to go To the old bebop she can whirl and sway But when she stops, her eyes are a million miles away Chorus Let me take you down to Galveston We can walk along the waterside Lady Luck would charm the Balinese But you charm me tonight Bridge Oleander dancing in the constant breeze Seagulls squawking in the salty air Come tonight lovers laughing on the Strand Turn your head and they disappear Chorus Now where love comes from is still a mystery But I know that I've found some the way you look at me On West Beach we can go for a ride And then we'll stop and wander out into the moonlit tide Chorus Aus Songtexte Mania