Texty: Big Kenny. Live a Little. Under the Sun.

Flipping through a magazine curlers in her hair
Waiting for her nails to dry in the beauty parlor chair
Soon she's turning thirty something discontent with life
Then she turns to page one-thirty-five

And it says
There is a place where dreams come true
Just call and we'll reserve a room for you

Somewhere under the sun
There is happiness and fun
There is love for everyone
Somewhere under the sun
Somewhere under the sun

Staring out the window of the twenty-second floor
Another meeting phones are ringing surely there is more
Then he sees a vision out the corner of his eye
On a flashing neon billboard sign

And it says
There is a place where dreams come true
Just call and we'll reserve a room for you

Somewhere under the sun
There is happiness and fun
There is love for everyone
Somewhere under the sun
Somewhere under the sun

She was caught in traffic and his keys they were misplaced
They made it to the airport, both just minutes late
She dropped her attache as she was walking to the bar
He reached to help and bumped into her heart

There is a place where dreams come true
Maybe now they'll call and reserve a room for two

Somewhere under the sun
There is happiness and fun
There is love for everyone
Somewhere under the sun
Somewhere under oh

Somewhere under the sun
There is happiness and fun
Love for everyone
Somewhere under the sun
Somewhere under the sun

Kiss me, hold me
Somewhere under the sun