Creeks ain't supposed to be cold in June
And summer flings ain't meant to make it to September
In a quick stop town
When you find something you ain't supposed to do
The desire and the want to tend to linger
And hang around and around like bonfire smoke
on your Levi jeans Wash it how you want,
it ain't never coming
clean Like that first time trouble on 17
Oh,
how the moon paints the midnight blue I was all over you,
all over you,
all over
you
You covered me up with those honey eyes like
I was a matchstick You wanted to light and sit and watch it burn
Every last ember till it's bonfire smoke on your Levi jeans
Wash it how you want,
it ain't never coming clean
Like that first time trouble on 17 Oh,
how the moon paints the midnight blue
I was all over you,
all over you,
all over you
Creeks ain't supposed to be cold in June
And ten years' time should heal our wounds
Because I thought that I was all over you,
all over you,
all over you
All over you,
all over you All over, all over, all over you
Like that first time trouble on 17
Or how the moon
paints the midnight blues
I thought I was all over you