She's put together nice. She has the tiniest little waist I ever saw. She's out on the sand at the noon hour, wearing a dress. She's feeling sunshine and sand on her feet. She's a local girl. She looks like that life of the party, a college girl, too young to have much of a family. It makes a better story if she's at the beach away from them, by herself. She's a Spanish dancer. Other than that, I wouldn't get near what she does. She wants to pay for her schooling and be a serious ballet dancer. We hear music, we hear the water, we hear vendors hawking their wares. We smell ripe fruit, overripe fish and hot dogs. A handsome stranger soon appeared.