He's got them blue eyes
He's got that, charming smile
He caught my eye, the other night
Now I can't get him out
We're going up
We're going down
Cruising round this two lane town
I don't wanna
July, late night, almost right, flying high
Making me crazy
Sitting on a bench seat, feel the heat, talking sweet, sixteen
Calling me baby
Then he's gone with the waves when they roll away, and I'm left here begging him to stay
No
I don't wanna be
Just the same
Summertime cliche
Summertime cliche
I've seen this play out
Yeah, I know how this ends
Two-tail lights fading
When that summer sun sets
Yeah, I've been up
I've been down
Now I'm picking up the pieces in this two lane town
I don't wanna
July, late night, almost right, flying high
Making me crazy
Sitting on a bench seat, feel the heat, talking sweet, sixteen
Calling me baby
Then he's gone with the waves, when they roll away and I'm left here begging him to stay
No
I don't wanna be
Just the same
Summertime cliche
Summertime cliche
Then he's gone with the waves when they roll away, and I'm left here begging him to stay
No, I don't wanna be
A July, late night, almost right, flying high
Making me crazy
Sitting on a bench seat, feel the heat, talking sweet, sixteen
Calling me baby
Then he's gone with the waves when they roll away, and I'm left here begging him to stay
No
I don't wanna be
Just the same
Summertime cliche
Just the same
Summertime cliche
Summertime cliche
Summertime Cliché Video (MV)
Performed By: Tilly Grace Music
Language: English
Length: 3:22
Written by: Jessica Sole, Matt Teed, Shawn Moore, Taylor Dewar
Tilly Grace Music - Summertime Cliché Lyrics
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English
He's got them blue eyes
He's got that, charming smile
He caught my eye, the other night
Now I can't get him out
We're going up
We're going down
Cruising round this two lane town
I don't wanna
July, late night, almost right, flying high
Making me crazy
Sitting on a bench seat, feel the heat, talking sweet, sixteen
Calling me baby
Then he's gone with the waves when they roll away, and I'm left here begging him to stay
No
I don't wanna be
Just the same
Summertime cliche
Summertime cliche
I've seen this play out
Yeah, I know how this ends
Two-tail lights fading
When that summer sun sets
Yeah, I've been up
I've been down
Now I'm picking up the pieces in this two lane town
I don't wanna
July, late night, almost right, flying high
Making me crazy
Sitting on a bench seat, feel the heat, talking sweet, sixteen
Calling me baby
Then he's gone with the waves, when they roll away and I'm left here begging him to stay
No
I don't wanna be
Just the same
Summertime cliche
Summertime cliche
Then he's gone with the waves when they roll away, and I'm left here begging him to stay
No, I don't wanna be
A July, late night, almost right, flying high
Making me crazy
Sitting on a bench seat, feel the heat, talking sweet, sixteen
Calling me baby
Then he's gone with the waves when they roll away, and I'm left here begging him to stay
No
I don't wanna be
Just the same
Summertime cliche
Just the same
Summertime cliche
Summertime cliche
He's got that, charming smile
He caught my eye, the other night
Now I can't get him out
We're going up
We're going down
Cruising round this two lane town
I don't wanna
July, late night, almost right, flying high
Making me crazy
Sitting on a bench seat, feel the heat, talking sweet, sixteen
Calling me baby
Then he's gone with the waves when they roll away, and I'm left here begging him to stay
No
I don't wanna be
Just the same
Summertime cliche
Summertime cliche
I've seen this play out
Yeah, I know how this ends
Two-tail lights fading
When that summer sun sets
Yeah, I've been up
I've been down
Now I'm picking up the pieces in this two lane town
I don't wanna
July, late night, almost right, flying high
Making me crazy
Sitting on a bench seat, feel the heat, talking sweet, sixteen
Calling me baby
Then he's gone with the waves, when they roll away and I'm left here begging him to stay
No
I don't wanna be
Just the same
Summertime cliche
Summertime cliche
Then he's gone with the waves when they roll away, and I'm left here begging him to stay
No, I don't wanna be
A July, late night, almost right, flying high
Making me crazy
Sitting on a bench seat, feel the heat, talking sweet, sixteen
Calling me baby
Then he's gone with the waves when they roll away, and I'm left here begging him to stay
No
I don't wanna be
Just the same
Summertime cliche
Just the same
Summertime cliche
Summertime cliche
Writer: Jessica Sole, Matt Teed, Shawn Moore, Taylor Dewar
Copyright: Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), O/B/O DistroKid