Print

I came home on the 3rd of JulyTo a city whose desert presence never felt so presentAnd I don't have a jobAnd I'm not in a schoolAnd it's sticky and hotmy blood moves like honeythrough meblood moves like honeythrough meWe got nothing to dobut spend all day outsidein the sweet peashort haired girlsthat smell like patchouli and ginger beer by the swimming pool-ieyeahpoolie yeahendless summerit's an endless summerit's an endless summerand it's only Julyit's an endless summerit's an endless summerit's an endless summerand it's only Julyonly July From Letras Mania