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Summertime

So… Cold…
With her ice cold stare
She’s all truth no dare
So uh, he took our picture
And cut me out
Said he takes my picture
While I’m walking away
I don’t need her in the summer t-t-time
I don’t play that same old game
I might die
So… Sore
By the summer sun, freshed as we lowered him down
They say, he turned me up and took her out (?)
They say he took a sip of my electric friend
I don’t need her in the summer t-t-time
I don’t play that same old game
I might die
I don’t please her in the summer t-t-time
I don’t play that same old more
I might die
I go insane from a mall and a chain
And she is so vague
Yes, her…
I need a foreign kiss
That other girl, I will never miss
I will never wanna ruin this, so come on…
I don’t need… her… in the summer t-t-time
I don’t play that same old game
I might die
I don’t please her in the summer t-t-time
I don’t play that same old game
I might die
I don’t please her in the summer t-t-time
I don’t play that same old game
I might die