Summer Shoes

Yo Turquoise toe box with velvet lace In a spit-shine gleen, I see my face...grinning Left, right, right, left Right , right, left, left One foot forward, then the other Brings us that much more together Walkin' and talkin' Singin' and flingin' I wanna take you on a picnic Hold your hand for all to witness This is the season, don't need a reason My inhibitions are gone, I've got my summer shoes on Fast, slow, slow, fast Slow, slow, fast, fast Skip with me across the sand You're my woman, I'm your man Sittin' and drinkin' Eatin' and tweetin' Open up that wicker basket Light them candles with some matches This is the season, don't need a reason My inhibitions are gone, I've got my summer shoes on You lean in close as I whisper in your ear "I wanna dip my pickle in your nice warm beer" "And you can smear your mustard over my corn dog" Then hop, hop, hop like a bullfrog This is the season, don't need a reason My inhibitions are gone, I've got my summer shoes on