I miss the days when summer vacation was about relaxing and hanging out with friends. Now it’s all about working and squeezing your friends in when you can.
California girls. We’re unforgettable. Daisy Dukes. Bikinis on top.
Some beach somewhere, there’s a big umbrella casting shade over an empty chair. Palm trees are growing, warm breezes blowing. I picture myself there, some beach somewhere.
A girl in a bikini is like having a loaded pistol on your coffee table — there’s nothing wrong with them, but it’s hard to stop thinking about it.
Summer is kind of like the ultimate one-night stand: hot as hell, totally thrilling, and gone before you know it.
Summer romances begin for all kinds of reasons, but when all is said and done, they have one thing in common. They’re shooting stars, a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, fleeting glimpse of eternity, and in a flash they’re gone.
So here’s to all those summer nights when my feet hit the sand and the waves break my fall and all my friends around me out number the stars.
Sun is shining. Weather is sweet. Make you wanna move your dancing feet.
All summer, single, I wanna be what I wanna be. Yeah, all summer single, I’m gonna have what I can see. All summer single, yes, I don’t mind, ya know. All I want is a good time.
Belly tops, flip flops
Lemonade, in the shade
Blue skies, hot guys,
Late nights water fights,
Ice creams, sweet dreams,
Bathing suits, shooting hoops,
Party time, schools out,
Sleeping in,sneaking out