Summer House

My mom got a garden Where she found her peace Your mom got a summer house Where she barely sleeps Your first love was the poolboy Mine was yours to blame Some things you never choose boy They just stay the same You're like the sweetest figs The sweetest fix Picture this My finger tips touch your lips Crushing time You're not wasting mine I'm here for you But baby you got a Summer house Summer house Summer house Summer house Misty blue and the lilac too I would scale the Himalayas for you Your rock hard, Emerald I'm here for you But baby you got a Summer house Summer house Summer house Summer house