And we were trying different things
We were smoking funny things,
Making love out on the lake to our favorite song.
Sipping whiskey out the bottle,
Not thinking 'bout tomorrow,
Singing Sweet Home Singapura all summer long.
Singing Sweet Home Singapura all summer long.
Now nothing seems as strange
as when the leaves began to change,
Or how we thought those days would never end.
Sometimes I'll hear that song
and I'll start to sing along
And think man,
I'd love to see that guy again.
gotta love those summer romances.
PS; Olympics! yay.
