sweet summer night and i'm stripped to my sheets
foreman is leaking, my ac squeaks
and a voice from the clock says "you're not gonna get tired"
my bed is a pool and the wall's on fire
soak my head in the sink for a while
it chills my neck and it makes me smile
but my bones have to move and my skin's gotta breathe
you pick up the phone and i'm so relieved
you slide down the stairs to the eager street
and the sun has left us with slippery feet
and i want to walk around with you
and i want to walk around with you
and be here with you
it doesn't really matter, i'll go where you feel
home for the breeze, get a midnight meal
i'll point in the windows, you point out the parks
rip off your sleeves and i'll ditch my socks
dance to the songs from the cars as they pass
weave through the cardboard, smell that trash
walkin' around in our summertime clothes
know where to go, where our bodies go
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