Love was alive on the telephone line Honeysuckle hangin' in the hot sunshine Dust piled up on my daddy's combine That boy, that girl, that summer Thirsty for somethin', they didn't know what Tried to control it but they couldn't stop She was his rose, and he was her rock That moon, that kiss, that summer June and July and an August to remember Ninety miles an hour straight into September Memory still warms me in the dead of winter Of love so true that summer Two kids from Kansas on a yellow brick road Watchin' the world through a magic window There wasn't anyplace they couldn't go That hope, that dream, that summer June and July and an August to remember Ninety miles an hour straight into September Memory still warms me in the dead of winter Of love so true that summer June and July and an August to remember Ninety miles an hour straight into September Memory still warms me in the dead of winter Of love so true that summer, that summer Love was alive on the telephone line, that summerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
