| Oh, I’d rather be kissing in Summer, somewhere in the sand
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| In your apartment on the weekends
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| Lift up my dress to see where you’ve been
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| That’s what I want and that’s where I am
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| Bite off an apple right from your fridge
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| Come here and taste it right off my lips
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| Spill your emotions into my hands
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| That’s what I want
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| I smell like a rose, can I have you in doses?
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| No, I don’t wanna fight, but I will if you like
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| I don’t swim, I just dive right into those blue-green eyes
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| No, I don’t wanna fight, I just, I just wanna be
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| Kissing in Summer, somewhere in the sand
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| In your apartment on the weekends
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| Lift up my dress to see where you’ve been
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| That’s what I want and that’s where I am
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| Bite off an apple right from your fridge
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| Come here and taste it right off my lips
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| Spill your emotions into my hands
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| That’s what I want
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| And da da da da da da
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| The sun in our eyes, this love is blind
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| Let’s not decide whether we’re too far gone
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| 'Cause I’d rather be
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| Kissing in Summer, somewhere in the sand
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| In your apartment on the weekends
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| Lift up my dress to see where you’ve been
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| That’s what I want and that’s where I am
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| Bite off an apple right from your fridge
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| Come here and taste it right off my lips
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| Spill your emotions into my hands
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| That’s what I want (that's what I want)
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| Oh oh, oh, oh da-da-dumn
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| That’s what I
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| Dum da-da-dum, oh
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| That’s what I |