THE SUMMER BREEZE
THE BLOWING TREES
THE SMELL OF SUMMER AIR
AS IT BLOWS THROUGH MY HAIR
WHEN IM RUNNING THROUGH THE BRIGHT GREEN GRASS
SITTING AROUND THAT CAMPFIRE, WITH A COLD DRINK IN MY GLASS
O HOW I MISS THE WARM GLOWING SUN
AND PUTTING FRESH HAMBURGERS FROM THE GRILL ON A BUN
WEARING FLIP FLOPS AND BEING OUTSIDE ALL DAY
NOTHING ABOUT SUMMER RUBS ME THE WRONG WAY
SO PLEASE COME BACK SOON MR SUN
BECAUSE YOU MAKE EVERYTHING SO FUN
Jan 25, 2011
Jan 25, 2011 at 9:16 PM UTC
THE SUMMER BREEZE
THE BLOWING TREES
THE SMELL OF SUMMER AIR
AS IT BLOWS THROUGH MY HAIR
WHEN IM RUNNING THROUGH THE BRIGHT GREEN GRASS
SITTING AROUND THAT CAMPFIRE, WITH A COLD DRINK IN MY GLASS
O HOW I MISS THE WARM GLOWING SUN
AND PUTTING FRESH HAMBURGERS FROM THE GRILL ON A BUN
WEARING FLIP FLOPS AND BEING OUTSIDE ALL DAY
NOTHING ABOUT SUMMER RUBS ME THE WRONG WAY
SO PLEASE COME BACK SOON MR SUN
BECAUSE YOU MAKE EVERYTHING SO FUN