You're the ride through troubled waters, on tidal waves of wayward daughters,
Who is your saint?
Who is your martyr?
Who'll be your surfer girl?
Who'll be your surfer girl?
Who'll sail on arks of nails and lumber?
Who'll bear a cross of rain and thunder?
"Who'll walk the plank?" the angels wonder,
Who'll be your surfer girl?
Who'll be your surfer girl?
Break me beneath the breakers,
Save me, my Lord and Saviour,
Take me though there are no takers,
In, not of the world,
I'll be your surfer girl.
You're the ride through troubled waters, on tidal waves of wayward daughters,
I am no saint,
I am no martyr,
I'll be your surfer girl,
I'll be your surfer girl,
I'll be your surfer girl,
I'll be your surfer girl,
I'll be your surfer girl,
I'll be your surfer girl.
I'll be your surfer girl,
I'll be your surfer girl,
I'll be your surfer girl,
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