If she calls me in the morning
I'll be snoring and dreaming of her
'Cause lately, this old boy gets dazey
'Cause kissing her lips tastes like cherry limeade
Hang with me after school, in my neighbor's pool
When he's not around
And if your dad calls you, like he tends to do
Don't answer it now
And if we're certain that things aren't workin'
I'll paint the picture towards happy endings
Summer lovebird, there is no right word
To describe the taste on my tongue
But the night is still so new despite your curfew
Just dance around
The ripest nights in June, babe, you hung the moon
Let's dance around
Though summer's almost over, don't grow with the weather
Leaving me bitter cold
And when I'm old and gray, memories begin to fade
Promise you'll be my cherry limeade
