Tekst Utworu

Need something cool to beat the heat High temp is messin' with my brain See you, my pool, a swan floaty White, on white, on white, you lay I haven't seen you in a blue moon Well, one year ago today I guess intruding doesn't phase you Me neither, let's resume our thing Summer comes in short supply Take my hand and hold on tight We're birds of paradise Quite exotic, bet we'll catch your eye Summer comes Summer comes Pick up things, begin where we ended Consider that skill state-of-art Our fling, it remains unaffected Despite our intervals apart Word's out, I book you for the summer Guys know reciprocal is true 'Cause there's no one that I rather be with When on the hammock touchin' you Summer comes in short supply Take my hand and hold on tight We're birds of paradise Quite exotic, bet we'll catch your eye Watch the water play off your skin in the Celtic sun Why we bother ever leavin' is a mystery, oh (Ever leaving a mystery, ever leaving is a mystery...) Summer comes in short supply Take my hand and hold on tight We're birds of paradise Quite exotic, bet we'll catch your eye Summer comes Summer comes
Writer(s): Ryan Raddon, Finn Bogi Bjarnson, Andrew James Ramanauskas, Steven Andrew Mits, Sydney Streb Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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