The summertime is giving out
So many days and many nights.
The guitars are singing softly
Pairs of lovers are strolling
Along the streets that
Still belong to youth of mine
When were the school years, at any bad weather,
Out to the streets we used to gone loose.
Through the all those times I hear my mom's voice
The time now be home, with no excuse
Inside of my desk, had forsaken the textbooks,
All that stuff I not gonna miss!
At the door, my boyfriend's shyly looking.
Maybe I'm bit of a hooker
Because I had allowed him to kiss.
it could be different I realize now,
In a fit of temper, the matter went wrong,
First my boyfriend such ' beloved,
In memory, everything' s been covered,
But our dates I can recall for long.