There in the afternoon

When the clouds pass by.

I sit and expose my skin

To the rays of the noon day sun.

Each day I take a little more

And before it my skin turns brown.

I like the tan look that the sun gives me,

Always escaping the burn of too much sun.

There was a wise man, who loog ago

Told me the secret of the rays

That the sun pours forth each day.

A little is enough, too much and you will pay.