how she ripped doodled jeans only she knows
electric lime toenails on knobbly toes
mmhmm
the little muffin top she never can hide
although she’s a little bit taller than she is wide
mmhmm
oh say can you see
in the summetime sweet
words that hang in the air
as you dance to the beat
say mmhmm
things don’t make sense but she doesn’t care
the hazel-eyed girl with reddish brown hair
mmhmm
a plotter, a schemer, this often-shy dreamer
wherever home is, no pasture is greener
mmhmm
oh say can you see
in the summertime sweet
words that hang in the air
as you dance to the beat
say mmhmm
oh say can you sing
in the summertime heat
words that stick in your throat
as i step on your feet
say mmhmm
mmhmm
say mmhmm
