Santa Monica
from The Brian Woodbury Songbook by Brian Woodbury
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sung by Paul Perry
lyrics
Monica the saint
Roams the sunny beach,
Foamy white waves glide into her toes.
Somehow she is faint,
Always out of reach.
How to get beside her no-one knows.
She is oh so moody,
Moody like the tide.
Is she wishy washy?
I wish she'd decide.
There she goes, a beauty
Blushing like a bride
Gushing in the rushing water
In the waves of Santa Monica
Santa Monica
When she whispers slowly
Leaves you so tongue tied
She's a lover neither confirmed nor denied
But she is so holy
She is sanctified
She's our lady of the tidepools,
On the beach at Santa Monica
Santa Monica.
Monica, Saint Monica
Looking to the sky.
She'll stare into the sun,
Then share it with the deep,
And swear she's having fun,
Or dare to fall asleep.
Or she will cry herself to sleep.
She marvels at shells
And mother-of-pearl.
She sinks like a ship,
Spouts like a whale,
Smells like a girl.
Soon as the sun sets,
She'll want to set sail.
She'll kiss with her mouth,
Smell like a girl,
Spout like a whale of a girl.
Roams the sunny beach,
Foamy white waves glide into her toes.
Somehow she is faint,
Always out of reach.
How to get beside her no-one knows.
She is oh so moody,
Moody like the tide.
Is she wishy washy?
I wish she'd decide.
There she goes, a beauty
Blushing like a bride
Gushing in the rushing water
In the waves of Santa Monica
Santa Monica
When she whispers slowly
Leaves you so tongue tied
She's a lover neither confirmed nor denied
But she is so holy
She is sanctified
She's our lady of the tidepools,
On the beach at Santa Monica
Santa Monica.
Monica, Saint Monica
Looking to the sky.
She'll stare into the sun,
Then share it with the deep,
And swear she's having fun,
Or dare to fall asleep.
Or she will cry herself to sleep.
She marvels at shells
And mother-of-pearl.
She sinks like a ship,
Spouts like a whale,
Smells like a girl.
Soon as the sun sets,
She'll want to set sail.
She'll kiss with her mouth,
Smell like a girl,
Spout like a whale of a girl.
credits
from The Brian Woodbury Songbook,
released December 1, 2000
vocal: Paul F. Perry; guitar & pedal steel: Marc Muller; nylon guitar & electric bass: Oren Bloedow; drums: Jon Feinberg; violin: Mark Feldman; bell tree: Elma Mayer
vocal: Paul F. Perry; guitar & pedal steel: Marc Muller; nylon guitar & electric bass: Oren Bloedow; drums: Jon Feinberg; violin: Mark Feldman; bell tree: Elma Mayer
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Brian Woodbury Los Angeles, California
Brian Woodbury is a Los Angeles composer, lyricist and bandleader who writes musicals, post-modern jazz compositions, quirky pop, country songs and music for children's TV.
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