| Oh yeah, she was taking me over
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| And oh yeah, it was the start of the summer
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| On warm June evenings she would come to my house
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| Still in her school skirt and her summer blouse
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| Talking too long as the night came on
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| It was the best time of my life
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| Her bee stung lips, kisses sweeter than wine
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| The things she whispered with breathless sighs
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| The summer air was soft and warm
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| Her eyes were making silent demands
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| As her hair came undone in my hands
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| Oh yeah, she was taking me over
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| And oh yeah, it was the start of the summer
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| Oh yeah, she was taking me over
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| And oh yeah, it was the start of the summer
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| Driving her home after midnight
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| I felt so good, everything was alright
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| Her thoughts seemed lost in the night sky
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| I remember everything
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| I don’t know why these things ever end
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| I sometimes wish it was that summer again
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| I still see her in my sleep
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| And hear the sighing of the summer wind
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| Still I don’t regret one thing
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| Oh yeah, she was taking me over
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| And oh yeah, it was the start of the summer
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| Oh yeah, she was taking me over |
| And oh yeah, it was the start of the summer
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| Oh yeah, she was taking me over
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| And oh yeah, it was the start of the summer
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| Oh yeah, she was taking me over
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| And oh yeah, it was the start of the summer
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| It felt just like it was the start of forever
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| And oh yeah, it was the start of the summer |