The New Year's getting older, the February roses withered away
The sun keeps getting closer, it's getting a little slower every day
Ooh, it's getting louder at the lights, music clashing in the street
Moons shining on the parking lot doors
Tanned legs in the night, sliding out of the seat
Stilettos at the crosswalk
I graduated, but every year in May I get that school's out feeling
I feel it creeping in every day's a weekend and I'm drowning in the freedom
Play me no more bikinis, party girls and martinis in the sunshine
The private school daughters are never going
I don't want no water, keeping their hedges right
I know it's September, I don't remember how much I love her
I'm single for the sun, single for the summer
I've gone off the deep end, the company I'm keeping is messing me up
Good girls are home sleeping, while I'm out creeping
The sun comes up
Ooh, I got my phone face down and my hair combed back
Riding round, getting good at the game
Saying the wrong things right, chasing Midtown girls
Holding hands and forgiving their names
I graduated, but every year in May I get that school's out feeling
Don't wanna leave her, but dammit I'm not a cheater and I can't help leaving
Play me no more bikinis, party girls and martinis in the sunshine
The private school daughters are never going to water
Keeping their heads just right
I know it's September
I'm gonna remember how much I love her
I'm single for the summer
Single for the summer
Oh
All of these video fags
Can make you forget a goodbye sad
Trying to make a good guy bad
Blame it on the bikinis, party girls and martinis in the sunshine
Private school daughters are never going to water
Keeping their heads just right
I know it's September
I'm gonna remember how much I love her
I'm single for the summer
Single for the summer
I'm single for the summer
Single for the summer
Single for the summer
Why do I love all of this sitting here?
Why do I love all of this sitting here?
Why do I love all of this sitting here?
Why do I love all of this sitting here?


I love all of these city girls, with pretty eyes
Town owner mum, being broken hearted
Bitch girls, the debutantes
The small town runaways
All dolled up at the bar, with debit cards
They don't know how pretty they are
City girls, city girls
City girls
City girls
It tastes like morning