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In The Summertime when
The Wheater is hot
you can stretch right
up and touch the sky, yeah
on the street corner
and im chilling with phanters
hoping that my beret will cover
my antlers
daddy never made
it out alive from
the woods, yeah here
under my heel conceal
the goods when playing
at high noon turns in to
knife fights and turn on you're
highbeams and use them as night lights
it's the summertime and the living is easy
i'll build a club house with ramona and beezy, i solve all these crimes but the
lambs keep screaming but if you clap you're hands then i'll keeo believing it
also you can clap if it's you're summer anthem, mouth's cradle ambush striking
at random, here's a list of all the shit i'm digginh latley, playing for you gaily
on my ukelele, no one but me will make it through the night but i can't complain 'cause
it's the summertime, can't read you're face please come into the light, now i see it plainly
it's the summertime
Annons