Coleman Hell - You Are My Summer

Makes me think of grapefruit juice,
Trampolines and ice cream soup,
Spittin watermelon seeds,
Grass stains on my favorite jeans,
Jumping rope and ridin bikes,
Playing hide and seek at night,
Farmers tans and swimming pools,
But most of all I think of you.
You, You, You are my summer.
You are my summer.
We run our sticks along the chain link fence, like
Bum, da dum, da dum, da dum dum.

Sippin from my slurpy straw,
I love things your germs are on,
Swimming in our underwear,
Bubble gum stuck in my hair,
Stick our toes into the sand,
Catching toads inside our hands,
Sleeping bags under the moon,
But most of all I think of you.
You, You, You are my summer.
(echo) You are my summer.

We run our sticks along the chain link fence, like
Bum, da dum, da dum, da dum dum.

You are my summer.

We run our sticks along the chain link fence, like
Bum, da dum, da dum, da dum dum.
We run our sticks along the chain link fence, like
Bum, da dum, da dum, da dum dum.