Sarina, Sarina, Sarina
Gotta long-legged, short-skirted combination
Locked up in my head
She's gotta low-cut, well-built invitation
And she ain't the kind that jumps in bed (No sh**!)
Her daddy's rich, yeah, but she ain't no b**h
She's cruisin' 'round in her fancy car
She's gotta look that makes all men cry
Sarina...
Sarina
She's turnin' heads
With the way she walks
Sarina
She makes all men cry
Sarina
Well, all the guys know her
They say she'll bring you right to her knees
She says that's alright, it's been real nice
But you can't come home with me
Sarina
She's turnin' heads
With the way she walks
Sarina
She makes all men cry
Sarina
Well, she's here tonight
Things seem so right
For a chance to be alone
Will my dream come true
Spend my life with you
Tonight we're on our own
Sarina...
Sarina...
Sarina
She's turnin' heads
With the way she walks
Sarina
She makes all men cry
Sarina
Sarina, Sarina
Talkin' 'bout Sarina, Sarina
Sarina, I'm talkin' 'bout Sarina
Oh, Sarina, Sarina
Sarina