Blockprty

The next words out of your mouth better be
"Lemon or lime for your na, baby?"
Well whoa-oh the cooler's full
And all the boys drool
When you rock your Daisy Dukes that you slip on after school
And you strut the sidewalks
Like there's a red carpet underneath your flip flops
So let's get half-lit like the Atlantic City boardwalk

And this whole town's in an uproar
'Cause we're throwing a block party
And I wanna kiss your sun-drenched skin
So bring over that fine body
And, I know, I know, I know how my life works
When you whisper at me in the dark I'm clutching onto every word...

And, the next words out of my mouth are gonna be
"Let's find a little more privacy, darling."
Well whoa-oh, I'll bring the drinks, and those baby blues make me think
These desert stars won't be the only naked beauties
And you traipse around my brain
All day, like you own the place
Like a mental ninja kicking other thoughts in the face
And we get half-lit like the Santa Monica freeway

And this whole town's in an uproar
'Cause we're throwing a block party
And I wanna kiss your sun-drenched skin so bring over your fine body
And, I know, I know, I know how my life works
When you whisper at me in the dark I'm clutching onto every word...
Little, little, little girl I know
We've got a lot of life to live, but I'll never forget you...

Because summer love's plastic and cheap
Like an 80's Brat-Pack flick
But somebody's duct-taped your eyes to make you watch it
And the problem is that we're each other's medicine
But you're over the counter
And I'm a black market prescription