You were my ice tea
On a lemonade day
Honey from a bumblebee
On the patio of your cafe
You were the green grass
We smoked at dawn
The freshly mowed grass
We stretched our limbs on
You were my summer drink
Those strawberry lips
A raspberry pink distinct
With those cool iced hips
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 1:38 AM UTC
You were my ice tea
On a lemonade day
Honey from a bumblebee
On the patio of your cafe
You were the green grass
We smoked at dawn
The freshly mowed grass
We stretched our limbs on
You were my summer drink
Those strawberry lips
A raspberry pink distinct
With those cool iced hips
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