I played dead, immersed in that Technicoloured kind of black and white type Counting one to seven through the roof If my lady only knew how high I am, I am tonight
I crack open the safe myself, now Forty-five, twenty-two, June until September, Three months 'til December.
The summer is over And I doubt, I doubt I'll be seeing you around. I'll be seeing you around.
'Cause I ain't working for you anymore, No, I ain't working for you anymore, So go prove to the world What you already proved That you just couldn't do on your own.
Let's have a talk about the good times Boy, you were always giving in Let's have a talk about the good times Boy, you were only giving in
The summer is over And I doubt, I doubt I'll be seeing you around. I'll be seeing you around. The summer is over And I doubt, I doubt I'll be seeing you around. I'll be seeing you around.
Let's have a talk about the good times Boy, you were always giving in Let's have a talk about the good times Boy, you were only giving in to...
The summer is over And I doubt, I doubt I'll be seeing you around. I'll be seeing you around. The summer is over And I doubt, I doubt I'll be seeing you around. I'll be seeing you around. The summer is over And I doubt, I doubt I'll be seeing you around. I'll be seeing you around. The summer is over And I doubt, I doubt I'll be seeing you around. I'll be seeing you around. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
