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Jason Collett
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Almost Summer
Lyricist:Jason Collett
Lemon gin, corn fields plowed under Cigarettes, Southern Comfort With your friends behind the bleachers It's not this 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 Before the ready cops Even know 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 You know what he's tasting, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah
You're in his car getting high Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Pair of fuzzy dice by the dashboard light Super toke, gets smoke in his eye 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 Oh, what a bummer, yeah 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 neighbor's 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 almost summer, yeah It's almost summer, yeah It's
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