Summer Surprise - Brisa Roche

Shake

From the sheets all the sand on your feet

In the shell that’s your ear

I’ll be whispering, dear;

that «I want you»

Take down your hair with its sea-saltened air

With my hands on your eyes

It’s a summer surprise

That I love you

There’s a bottle of water

But what does it matter

There’s a bottle of water

But what does it matter

I love you

Kick — from the stairs

Old books lying there

There’ll be some better time

For enriching our minds

Now I want you

Tie down the shades

With the sun on your face

For I’m not looking out

There’s a movie about

How I love you

There’s a bottle of water

But what does it matter

There’s a bottle of water

But what does it matter

I love you

I love you

I love you

I love you

I love you

I love you