Summer Lyrics - Singles - Pleasurehouse

In this house surrounded by palm trees 

I've lost the picture from my wallet 

The picture's mudded and full of kisses 

I tried to bite her, for a perfect passion 

She's been on the [...] in a plastic suitcase 

So I look around for the red-blue roses 

Then I try to see her, in the taste of peaches 

I know she's waiting for my summer letters 

It's my perfect summer 

My perfect summer 

Out in the summer, I know I'm a seeker 

Watch out the window, I'm sleeping and dreaming 

Back of a postcard, I know she's been waiting 

I know she's waiting for my summer roses 

It's my perfect summer 

My perfect summer 

It is my perfect summer 

My perfect summer [repeat 8]