Paroles de Summer's Here

Summer’s here Tell your friends The Sun is out And now screw his stressing Down the street In your car This thing don’t run too well I don’t think we’ll go far And I don’t have a plan Just sitting in the sand Hoping this will all work out As times run out Riding down The full libón I think I left my lacks on Jerico’s backyard The water warms The sky is blue Last on my mind Need to gasoline it through And I don’t have a plan Just sitting in the sand Hoping this will all work out As times run out