moon we had a beach fire and a pile of wet clothes layin back watchin the skin glow gotta smile when i think about those tan bod bikini tops so hot summer job days
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you promised you'd be back again And so I wander around this town 'Til summer comes around I got a job workin' at the old park pier And every summer
Ohio was a riverbank A ten speed laying in the weeds Cannonball off an old rope swing Long, long summer days Tennessee was a guitar First big dream of
so long Drive a brand new Benz with a cellular phone See his diamonds and gold, call him big bank bob Got a ring for each finger and he can't get a job
me up Because I'm down and out? (Na, na, na) T represents the time when my hope fades O is just a sign on my mind on my broke days D is for the dangerous
t catch my hustle You can't fathom my love dude Lock yourself in a room Doin' five beats a day for three summers That's a different world like cree summers
, I feel good, I feel all right Cruising through the neighborhood on a warm summer night I feel good, that's right, I feel good now, summer nights Summer days
reaction What's that you say take it or leave it Paparazzi wanna see you bleeding Chorus Late suit days, hair extensions Botox faux-forced interventions Nude job, boob job
This is your life, yo You got ups and you got downs, man You got downs and you got ups We all go through the same thing on different days, man Don't act
.... Back in the summer of '69 uhh huh...it was the summer of 69 Ohhh Yeeaahh....me and my baby in 69 Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh...ho.... it was the summer....the summer, the summer
earth this story takes its place Upon the summer shores of nowhere the place that he makes His home he returns alone from a long day Having lost his job
mine that was livin out of order Makin money like water (illlllll-egal?) Yeah, sorta He sold drugs and robbed a lot of people But in these days and
in my eyes And He said, "Son, you came here to live You didn't come here to die" Sunday morning I got up and I went to church That summer I got a job
quick fix on a smile Spring is fun forever young, it's just its job Gets in and out and then its job is done Before summer's born, we're caught between
get to work on time And in the days of my December I know I will remember Sowin' oats at cotton pickin' time Well I lost my job that summer But I guess