Mexican Fender

Met her at guitar shop on Santa Monica and 7th Street The salesman tried to get my attention to sell me a Mexican Fender She came to get her 10, 000 steps and hang out with her boyfriend But I was only trying to get to Know her so I took her out to the ocean It was hot, hot, 100 degrees But she only went in up to her knees She didn't want to take off her jeans 'cause that would be insane My summer love, oo-we-oo My summer love, oo-we-oo Oh, she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not Oh, she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not She got a bachelor's degree in Physics and a job in computer programming That's pretty cool for a singer in a band So I knew we would end up jamming Later that night we went to a gig and she asked for some advice "What do you do with your hands when You're singing, do you just hold onto the mic?" It was hot, hot, 100 degrees And the trash overflowed out on the street The heartbreak DJ stepped to me but I just couldn't get enough Of my summer love, oo-we-oo My summer love, oo-we-oo Oh, she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not Oh, she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not Gonna fly so high To a place that we have never seen Ever since you came 'round In a greasy tee and faded jeans, woah I got a cozy pad around the corner Slide a little closer My summer love, oo-we-oo My summer love, oo-we-oo Oh, she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not Oh, she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not Oh, she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not Oh, she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not