Motels of Wildwood Up and down the boardwalk the rental bike ‘til noon We’d lay on the beach most of the afternoon. Strolling Seaview Ave., how we’d end our day. You reached to hold my hand in front of the Sea Ray. Back to 1963, I’d go back as if I could, Doo-Wop by the sea, the motels of Wildwood The beach in your eyes The breeze in your hair Th…
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