Summertime - Public Access T.V.

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