Tan legs sticking to the seat, the AC's broken, broken. Dash too hot for your feet and girl it's smoking, smoking. Heat wave's here to stay here baby, it's heavy, heavy.
I came home from work. And she was waiting at the door. Had that bad day look in her eyes. . And I heard the sound of her little feet. Across the hardwood floor.
Nowadays it's just not the same. Now they're playing a different game. I love to think about the things I miss. Sometimes I just like to reminisce. . Looking back - with no regret.