| Oh, yeah, she was taking me over |
| Oh, yeah, it was the start of the summer |
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| On warm June evenings |
| She would come to my house |
| Still in her school skirt |
| And her summer blouse |
| Talking too long as the night came on |
| It was the best time of my life |
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| Her bee stung lips |
| Kisses sweeter than wine |
| The things she whispered |
| With breathless sighs |
| The summer air was soft and warm |
| Her eyes were making silent demands |
| And as her hair came undone in my hands |
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| Oh, yeah, she was taking me over |
| Oh, yeah, it was the start of the summer |
| Oh, yeah, she was taking me over |
| Oh, yeah, it was the start of the summer |
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| Driving her home after midnight |
| I felt so good everything was alright |
| Her thoughts seemed lost in the night sky |
| I remember everything |
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| I don't know why these things ever end |
| I sometimes wish it was that summer again |
| I still see her in my sleep |
| And hear the sighing of the summer wind |
| Still I don't regret one thing |
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| Oh, yeah, she was taking me over |
| Oh, yeah, it was the start of the summer |
| Oh, yeah, she was taking me over |
| Oh, yeah, it was the start of the summer |
|
| Oh, yeah, she was taking me over |
| Oh, yeah, it was the start of the summer |
| Oh, yeah, she was taking me over |
| Oh, yeah, it was the start of the summer |
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| It felt just like it was the start of forever |
| Oh, yeah, it was the start of the summer |