It’s summer… so I stayed up all night again. I snuck into the pool, flirted with him, took all my clothes off, and danced on the tables again.
It’s summer… so I make sure to wear only waterproof mascara, light weight shoes, as many dresses as I can, and only sleep when I have to.
It’s summer… and I couldn’t be happier about the freedom, about the songs on the radio, the parties, and concerts, and your kiss… wow that kiss couldn’t make me happier.
It’s summer… my toes are burnt, my hair is blonde, my tan lines are obvious, and i’m falling in love with you… but only for the summer…