| It’s watermelon weather
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| That summer kind of weather
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| When people get together and sing
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| It’s the time of year
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| The stars seem to dance with laughter
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| And the moon’s so big and ripe
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| It can hardly climb
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| So, why don’t you meander
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| To your best gal’s veranda
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| And sorta, kinda, hand her the ring?
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| For it’s the sweetheart kissin' season
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| And all the world’s in rhyme
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| When it’s watermelon sweet love tellin' time
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| This is the time to sing this kind of purdy little ditty
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| A walkin' along an' singin' a song and clinging to someone purdy
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| The type of a tune to go with the moon
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| That’s sailin' along a way on high
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| After strollin' a while, for maybe a mile
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| Remember to stop and pop the question
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| If your timin' is right, your future is bright
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| As bright as a watermelon sky
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| And then when you found a bench for two
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| You found your cue to linger
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| The chance you sought to show what you bought
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| You happily thought to bring her
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| To cinch the thing, you give her the ring
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| You purchased from the five and dime
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| Take her in your arms and whisper
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| That you are mine all mine
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| And with that line to sell, I’m here to tell
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| That you’ll do well in watermelon time
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| For it’s the sweetheart kissin' season
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| And all the world’s in rhyme
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| When it’s watermelon sweet love tellin' time |