Almost Summer Lyrics - Singles - Jason Collett

Lemon gin, corn fields plowed under 

Cigarettes, Southern Comfort 

With your friends behind the bleachers 

It's not this dance, hes gonna be there 

In the high school gym 

And its almost summer 

Almost warm enough to swim 

Backyards are waiting 

Hes got your name 

Hes got your number 

Hes got your name 

Hes got your number 

The sun sets across the parking lot 

Walking cool with your friends 

Before the ready cops 

Even know youre innocent 

The night is waiting 

Here he comes 

Youre a little nervous 

Here he comes 

Well, youre getting up the courage, yeah 

The music sucks 

But hes your salvation 

Cherry lip gloss 

You know what hes tasting, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

Youre in his car getting high 

Pair of fuzzy dice by the dashboard light 

Super toke, gets smoke in his eye 

Your head is swimming 

With the anticipation 

And suddenly youre puking out the door 

With your pants around your knees 

But hes a nice boy 

So he drops you on your street 

You cant believe it, looks like you blew it 

Hes got your name 

Hes got your number 

Hes driving away 

Oh, what a bummer, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

So you stumble home 

But you dont quite make it 

You wake up on the lawn 

Of your next door neighbors 

The sun is warm 

Its almost summer, yeah 

Its almost summer, yeah 

Its almost summer, yeah 

Its almost summer, yeah 

Its almost summer, yeah 

Its almost summer, yeah 

Its almost summer, yeah 

Its almost summer, yeah 

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