I'm sunburnt and slightly cursed,
Last night's rum still quenching thirst.
Lost my hat but found my vibe—
On the edge of wrong, but feelin' right.
Flip-flop broke, but I still danced,
Got a voodoo charm from a barefoot lass.
Sunburnt and slightly cursed,
Sure beats Monday—it could be worse.
Toes in the sand, no demands,
A cooler of sins and a steel drum band.
No regrets, no reverse—
Toast the tide and bless the curse.
Here's to laughs, to love, and thirst—
To living loud, sunburnt, and slightly cursed.
Got a floaty full of snacks, a speaker half-charged,
A sun-bleached map and plans for livin' large.
Sandy hair, cheap shades, beach bum pride,
Dancin' like fools at the low tide.
Someone's mixin' drinks with a snorkel mask,
Drunk on answers to questions no one asked.
Sunburnt and slightly cursed,
Sure beats Monday—it could be worse.
Toes in the sand, no demands,
A cooler of sins and a steel drum band.
No regrets, no reverse—
Toast the tide and bless the curse.
Here's to laughs, to love, and thirst—
To living loud, sunburnt, and slightly cursed.
Sunscreen's gone, the burn feels right,
Glowin' like bonfires Saturday night.
Someone kissed someone they probably shouldn't—
If it was me, I probably wouldn't.
A hammock's swingin' with a mystery guest,
The beach wrote poems on our sunburnt chests.
Sunburnt and slightly cursed,
Sure beats Monday—it could be worse.
Toes in the sand, no demands,
A cooler of sins and a steel drum band.
No regrets, no reverse—
Toast the tide and bless the curse.
Here's to laughs, to love, and thirst—
To living loud, sunburnt, and slightly cursed.
So here's to sunburns, to stories we earned,
Beachside lessons that we never learned.
Salt on our skin, grins unrehearsed—
Still sunburnt… and slightly cursed.