Summer Was Mine
She had yellow hair
And a faded blue dress
In the summer of 1999
It was her sweet sixteen
I gave her my number
But she wouldn't give me the time
Oh oh
Now she sits behind her desk
Working for the IRS
Cashing other people's cheques
Her life's a total mess
I wonder if she wonders
If it wasn't a crime
What could have happened
Back when summer was mine
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Back when summer was mine
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Back when summer was mine
She was homecoming queen
The stuff of dreams
A dazzling little angel
Without her wings
I asked her to dance
She passed on that chance
For bigger and better things
Now she sits home alone
Cause her kids are all grown
Swiping on her phone
It's BBC and methadone
I wonder if she wonders
As she passes her time
What could have happened back when summer was mine
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Back when summer was mine
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Back when summer was mine
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Ooh ooh ooh ooh
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Ooh ooh ooh ooh
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Ooh ooh ooh ooh
She was my cherry machine
The queen of the scene
Make up melted
Just like icecream
Her accent has changed
And so has her name
But the fire deep inside her
Still burning deep blue flames
No time for regrets
Whiteclaw on her breath
Drinks it fast enough
Just so she can forget
Forget about tomorrow
Forget about the time
Forget to remember
That summer is mine
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Back when summer was mine
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Back when summer was mine
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Back when summer was mine
And a faded blue dress
In the summer of 1999
It was her sweet sixteen
I gave her my number
But she wouldn't give me the time
Oh oh
Now she sits behind her desk
Working for the IRS
Cashing other people's cheques
Her life's a total mess
I wonder if she wonders
If it wasn't a crime
What could have happened
Back when summer was mine
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Back when summer was mine
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Back when summer was mine
She was homecoming queen
The stuff of dreams
A dazzling little angel
Without her wings
I asked her to dance
She passed on that chance
For bigger and better things
Now she sits home alone
Cause her kids are all grown
Swiping on her phone
It's BBC and methadone
I wonder if she wonders
As she passes her time
What could have happened back when summer was mine
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Back when summer was mine
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Back when summer was mine
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Ooh ooh ooh ooh
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Ooh ooh ooh ooh
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Ooh ooh ooh ooh
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Ooh ooh ooh ooh
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Ooh ooh ooh ooh
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Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Summer
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Summer
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
She was my cherry machine
The queen of the scene
Make up melted
Just like icecream
Her accent has changed
And so has her name
But the fire deep inside her
Still burning deep blue flames
No time for regrets
Whiteclaw on her breath
Drinks it fast enough
Just so she can forget
Forget about tomorrow
Forget about the time
Forget to remember
That summer is mine
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Back when summer was mine
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Back when summer was mine
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Back when summer was mine
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Back when summer was mine
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Ingle, Walter Miles
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