Book of the Summer

The sun is up The skies are blue The birds are chirping to the, SummerBlues Her hand is warm Her eyes are shining Her locks are clean, as she She looks at me I lay my head on her chest As she comforts me And then she cuddles me She says my name softly, as she She kisses me (mmh mmh) Let's plan a weekend get away So that we can get away Fly away Right away Let's plan a weekend get away So that we can get away Fly away Right away She sparks the lighting Into my eyes She reads my mind I want it now, so can I get it now (can I get it now) Let's plan a weekend get away So that we can get away Fly away Right away Let's plan a weekend get away So that we can get away Fly away Right away