Summer Song

Remy Bond

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    In the summertime
    Driving up the West Coast
    Me and my Valentine
    We ain't got no place to go
    Nothing ahead but the open road
    Ohh
    They're in the bad lands looking for me
    We're in the city getting high with the freaks
    Put the jukebox back on Lou Reed
    I'm free

    Hey, it's my life
    Hold on tight
    It's my life

    I, I know what to do
    Now that I've got a man like you
    In the summertime
    It can be so cruel
    Baby, don't be cruel
    I, I know what to do
    Now that I've got a man like you
    In the summertime
    It can be so cruel
    Baby, don't be cruel
    Baby, don't be cruel
    Baby, you're so cool

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    I need real love
    Fucking in the backseat
    Real love
    Just like Sid and Nancy
    Real love
    Nothing more than you and me

    Six foot angel
    Love of my life
    I'ma make it out of here dead or alive
    I'ma gonna make this boy my wife
    I'm free
    Hey
    It's my life
    Hold on tight
    It's my life

    Real love is a dangerous game
    But it's one that I wanna play
    Real love is a gun to my brain
    But I'm drawn like a moth to the flame

    In the summertime
    In the summertime
    In the summertime
    I, I know what to do Now that I've got a man like you
    In the summertime
    It can be so cruel
    Baby, don't be cruel
    Baby, don't be cruel
    Baby, you're so cool

    I need real love
    Fucking in the backseat
    Real love
    Just like Sid and Nancy
    Real love
    Nothing more than you and me
    Real love
    Fucking in the backseat
    Real love
    Just like Sid and Nancy
    Real love
    Nothing more than you and me

    Song details

    Composition: Jean Benoit Dunckel, Natalie Findlay, Jules Appolinaire Niault, Olivia Bond, and Remy Bond

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