Ah
Off the Florida keys
There's a place called Kokomo
That's where we used to go to get away from it all
Just a simple place
Where no one recognized our face
And the tropical breeze could blow the dress way above the knees
Down in Kokomo
Just her and me
And the flying fish above the sea
Everybody's trying to break loose from gravity
Technicolor nights
A color in Kokomo
Making love on the beach while the locals do the go-go
Down in Kokomo
And wasn't it good
All the things we tasted
Nothing we did was ever wasted
Every moment, lingering like
Lovers fingers, on the strings of our lives
At least we gave it a try
Everybody knows
A little place like Kokomo
Somewhere where they can go to get away from it all
Laying in the sand
A tropical treat melting in my hand
Watch a shooting stars flash across a steel drum band
Down in Kokomo
And wasn't it good
All the things we tasted
Nothing we did was ever wasted
Every moment, lingering like
Lovers fingers, on the strings of our lives
At least we gave it a try
And wasn't it good
All the things we tasted
Nothing we did was ever wasted
Every moment, lingering like
Lovers fingers, on the strings of our lives
At least we gave it a try
Down in Kokomo
At least we gave it a try
Down in Kokomo
At least we gave it a try
Down in Kokomo
At least we gave it a try
Down in Kokomo
At least we gave it a try
Down in Kokomo
At least we gave it a try

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