Single For The Summer

The new year's getting older
The February roses are withered away
The sun keeps getting closer
Sinking a little slower every day
It's getting louder at the lights
Music clashing in the street
Moon shining on the parking lot doors
Tanned legs in the nights
Sliding out of the sea
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 and on weekends
And I'm drowning in the freedom
Blame it on the bikinis
Party girls and martinis and the sunshine
Private school daughters that never go under water
Keeping their hair just right
I know in September, I'm gonna remember how much I love her
I'm single for the Summer, single for the Summer
I've gone off the deep end,
Company I'm keeping is messing me up
The good girl's at home sleeping
While I'm out creeping 'til the sun comes up
I've got my phone faced down
And my hair combed back
Riding 'round getting good at the game
Saying the wrong things right
Chasing midtown girls
Holding hands and forgetting their names
I graduated, but every year in May
I get that 'School's out' feeling
So I wanna leave and pretend that I'm not a cheater
And I can't help leaving
Blame it on the bikinis
Party girls and martinis and the sunshine
Private school daughters that never go under water
Keeping their hair just right
I know in September, I'm gonna remember how much I love her
I'm single for the Summer, single for the Summer
All of these pretty young things
Can make you forget a goodbye set
Try to make a good guy bad
Blame it on the bikinis
Party girls and martinis and the sunshine
Private school daughters that never go under water
Keeping their hair just right
I know in 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
Why do I love all of these city girls?
Why do I love all of these city girls?
Why do I love all of these city girls with pretty eyes?
Down on the money
And broken hearted rich 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