SummerSong

Summer Song (Explicit) - Remy Bond

Lyrics by：Remy Bond/Jules Apollinaire

Composed by：Remy Bond/Jules Apollinaire

Produced by：Jules Apollinaire

In the summertime

Driving up the west coast

Me and my valentine

We ain't got no place to go

Nothing ahead but the open road

Ohhhhh

They're in the bad lands looking for me

We're in the city getting high with the freaks

Put the juke box back on Lou Reed

I'm free

Hey it's my life

Hold on tight

It's my life

I I I

I know what to do

Now that I've got a man like you

In the summertime

It can be so cruel

Baby don't be cruel

I I I

I know what to do

Now that I've got a man like you

In the summertime

It can be so cruel

Baby don't be cruel

Baby don't be cruel

Baby you're so cool

I need real love

******* in the backseat

Real love

Just like Sid and Nancy

Real love

Nothing more than you and me

6 foot angel

Love of my life

Ima make it out of here dead or alive

Ima gonna make this boy my wife

I'm free

Hey

It's my life

Hold on tight

It's my life

Real love is a dangerous game

But it's one that I wanna play

Real love is a gun to my brain

But I'm drawn like a moth to the flame

In the summertime

In the summertime

In the summertime

I I I

I know what to do

Now that I've got a man like you

In the summertime

It can be so cruel

Baby don't be cruel

Baby don't be cruel