Here she comes again,
On the horizon, I see the sun rising,
Fog lifting and the breeze picking up.
All beckoning the course of my desire.
Pleasure Island again.
I can never pass you by.
Here she comes again,
On the horizon, I see the sun rising,
Fog lifting and the breeze picking up.
All beckoning the course of my desire.
Pleasure Island again.
I can never pass you by.