Summer’s calling like a girl in a yellow swimsuit…

Coming girl, 

I am coming to love you the most. 

We will party without clothes for all oozing nights, 

don’t worry. 

You just keep the highways ready for those forgotten troopers to come, 

they will come and shake our hands. 

I still try to make a song sitting by my outspoken window…

I guess you will help me with that. 

My guitar’s capital is in mess… 

they just need some hard fought roses, 

I know you will bring those flowers from caves. 

Bring it on babe…ruin me with your bare breasts…take me to your summer land