Miami Beach - Michael Johnson

Back in '37, when she first walked down that street

She was such a knockout, she could make your heartbeat skip

Hiding from the winter, living in a pink hotel

In Miami Beach, in Miami Beach

So she lived a long life underneath a pastel sky

She let the ocean bathe her and the trade winds blow her dry

The sun shone on her beauty till it faded clear away

In Miami Beach, in Miami Beach

Now she sits all day in front of her hotel

As if waiting for somebody to arrive

Yes and now the whole wide world has dwindled down

To a single wicker chair on Ocean Drive

Million dollar babies walk right by her everyday

They don’t care to know her but if they should ask she’d say

I must be your future cause you surely are my past

In Miami Beach, in Miami Beach