I just can’t suss that life guard.
I gets his gorgeous hands on me.
OK, so I have to squirm so he puts 'em just right.
He gets to rescue a beautiful girl, namely me.
He takes me all the way to the edge of the pool.
So strong, so masterful.
So why’s he irate when he finds I faked it?
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