Sweatin for the summer, Saturday of September
Sun's shinin over, Waitin for the lover
Everything should be fine, As I ask her to dine
And try to make her mine, celebrate with the finest wine
I can see through her eyes
Where the real her lies
And it's not a surprise, that I despise
That I'm alone again and how fast time flies
Should I wait until winter
Should I wait at all for her
But I can't wait no longer
Not even for an hour...
For us to be together
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