If summer could be broken
into pieces
I'd take the wet side
I'd give you the fruity side
If summer could be tasted
with spices
I'd swallow the sweats of days
I'd leave you the nights on a plate
If summer could be broken
into pieces
I'd take the wet side
I'd give you the fruity side
If summer could be tasted
with spices
I'd swallow the sweats of days
I'd leave you the nights on a plate
Baby tell me
What do you think of me
Oh boy tell me
What do you think of me
Baby tell me
What do you think of me
You must tell me
What do you think of me
I was shouthing me loudest
But he just smiled his brightest
With all my friends
laughing at me
I said
Oh what a fresh night
Oh these rainy days
I'm only trying to be playful
Oh these rainy days
I'm only trying to be playful
Oh these rainy days