Riptide —
I’m being pulled in by the Riptide If I want to live, I have to die Riptide Pull…. Pull me in…. I’m ready Ready Freddie, ready Freddie
You hear in the distance the chirping of a song bird.
I’m being pulled in by the Riptide If I want to live, I have to die Riptide Pull…. Pull me in…. I’m ready Ready Freddie, ready Freddie