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I wore a hula skirt
A flower in my hair
Just like the hula girl in Hawaii
I met a hula boy
Eating fish and koi
Underneath the palms in Hawaii
He'd smile a little smile
And in a little while
We stroll down the silver sand
Things were going fine
Until he put his hands in mine
And whisper things I couldn't understand
'Cause he said
Ah-awaii-ay ah-awaii-ay
Ah-awaii-ay ah-awaii-ay
What else could I say?
What else could I do?
I whispered "Ah awahia" too
'Cause he said
Ah-awaii-ay ah-awaii-ay
Ah-awaii-ay ah-awaii-ay
What else could I (she) say?
What else could I (she) do?
I (she) whispered "Ah awahia" too
I didn't know his name
I couldn't tell him mine
I couldn't speak a word of Hawaiian
But something in his eyes
Told me he was wise
He knew I really wasn't Hawaiian
I started to confess
And then you'll never guess
He laughed and said to me
"I think that you're much cuter
Than the day we met in Utica
When you were in second grade with me"
'And he said
Ah-awaii-ay ah-awaii-ay
Ah-awaii-ay ah-awaii-ay
What else could I say?
What else could I do?
I whispered "Ah-awaii-ay " too
Ah-awaii-ay ah-awaii-ay
Ah-awaii-ay ah-awaii-ay
What else could I say?
What else could I do?
I whispered "Ah-awaii-ay " too
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