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Almost Summer Lyrics
Lemon gin, corn fields plowed under.
Cigarettes, Southern Comfort
with your friends behind the bleachers it’s my first dance.
He’s gonna beat it in the high school gym
It’s almost summer, almost warm enough to swim.
Backyards are waiting.
He’s got your name, he’s got your number
He’s got your name, he’s got your number
The sun sets across the parking lot,
walking cool with your friends.
Before the ready cops even know you’re in the sand.
The night is waiting
Here he comes, you’re a little nervous
Here he comes; well you’re getting up the courage, yeah
The music sucks
But he’s your salvation
Cherry lip gloss, and you’re what he’s tasting yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
You’re in his car getting high
Pair of fuzzy dice by the dashboard light
Super toke, gets smoke in his eyes
Your head is swimming with the anticipation and suddenly,
You’re puking out the door with your pants around your knees
But he’s a nice boy so he drops you on your street.
I can’t believe it
Looks like you blew it
He’s got your name; he’s got your number
He’s driving away; I want to bomb her yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
So you stumble home
But you don’t quite make it
You wake up on the lawn
Of your next door neighbor’s
The sun is warm.
It’s almost summer, yeah
Cigarettes, Southern Comfort
with your friends behind the bleachers it’s my first dance.
He’s gonna beat it in the high school gym
Backyards are waiting.
He’s got your name, he’s got your number
walking cool with your friends.
Before the ready cops even know you’re in the sand.
The night is waiting
Here he comes; well you’re getting up the courage, yeah
But he’s your salvation
Cherry lip gloss, and you’re what he’s tasting yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Pair of fuzzy dice by the dashboard light
Super toke, gets smoke in his eyes
Your head is swimming with the anticipation and suddenly,
You’re puking out the door with your pants around your knees
But he’s a nice boy so he drops you on your street.
I can’t believe it
Looks like you blew it
He’s driving away; I want to bomb her yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
But you don’t quite make it
You wake up on the lawn
Of your next door neighbor’s
The sun is warm.
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this is wrong...
he's gonna be there, not he's gonna beat it... avoid the rent-a-cops, not before the ready cops you can't believe it, not I, ahh what a bummer, not I want to bomb her
A little too many errors for my liking..
Lemon gin, Corn fields ploughed under. Cigarettes, Southern Comfort. With your friends, Behind the bleachers, Tonight there's a dance.. He’s gonna be there, In the high school gym
And it’s almost summer, almost warm enough to swim. Backyards are waiting.
He’s got your name; he’s got your number He’s got your name; he’s got your number
The sun sets across the parking lot, walking cool with your friends - Avoid the rent-a-cops even though you're innocent, The night is waiting.
Here he comes; you’re a little nervous Here he comes; well, you’re getting up the courage, yeah.
The music sucks, But he’s your salvation Cherry lip gloss, And you’re what he’s tasting, Yeah, Yeah yeah yeah
You’re in his car getting high, Pair of fuzzy dice by the dashboard light. Super toke, gets smoke in his eyes, Your head is swimming With the anticipation, and suddenly, You’re puking out the door with your pants around your knees, But he’s a nice boy so he drops you on your street.
You can’t believe it, Looks like you blew it.
He’s got your name; he’s got your number He’s driving away; Ahh, what a bummer Yeah, yeah yeah Yeah, yeah yeah
So you stumble home, But you don’t quite make it You wake up on the lawn Of your next door neighbors. The sun is warm,
It’s almost summer, yeah It's almost summer, yeah It's almost summer, yeah It's almost summer, yeah It's almost summer, yeah It's almost summer, yeah It's almsot summer, yeah It's almost summer, yeah.
lousyveil's lyrics are dead on. i love every verse of this song. it does a great job of showing a scene. its bittersweet and homey. honestly, one of my favorites. ever.
the first version I heard had Jason explaining the story of this song before he sang it. it was so funny
I love this. Especially when he sings "and youre what he's tasting" And the guitar is so so pretty