I rolled up the cotton
In a paper cigarette
As the sharp, dusty smoke
Hit the backside of my neck
Used to play with fatal liquids
And pour them over flame
Almost lost my fingers
As I held back all the pain
Summertime
Always brings the worst of me
There's no doubt
My naive mind is yet to see
How it feels to lose it all
When shadows start to turn the clock
For you
Closing time
You always seem to lose your mind
Thinkin' about ways
To get a rush
Losing stride
You leave your lovers all behind
Thinkin' about ways
To get a rush
Thinkin' about ways
To get a rush
Took a swing at my buddy
Just to see what's fighting like
Yeah, he chipped my tooth off
But I admit it felt quite right
Summertime
Always brings the worst of me
There's no doubt
My naive mind is yet to see
'Cause now I seem to lose it all
When shadows start to turn the clock
For you
Closing time
You always seem to lose your mind
Thinkin' about ways
To get a rush
Losing stride
You leave your lovers all behind
Thinkin' about ways
To get a rush
Thinkin' about ways
To get a rush