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She smiles, Mona Lisa with an ice cold beer Brown legs and sandals and sand in her hair Warm air like a whisper in your dirty ear (Chorus): Summer's here Summer's here Shaving 10 years off the way that you feel One hand on her shoulder and one on the wheel Wandering shamelessly aimlessly (Chorus) And after supper Kids play in their yards Still sporting milk mustaches and carefree hearts You've got your troubles But whatever they are They melt like an ice cream sandwich on the hood of a car (Chorus) |