In seven days and seven nights
Will we forget the long flight
And now that we're here
Is there no way we can stay for a year
And at least keep the sun on our skin
The make-up for a fading grin
I don't want to go home
Dial my boss and hand me the phone
Now I'm back behind my desk
Calculating all the risk
That I'd never take
I have my one week in the sun
to bake

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