Sam Hunt - Single For The Summer Lyrics
The new years getting older, the February roses are withered awayThe sun keeps getting closer, sinking a little slower everydayOoo it's getting louder at the lights, music clashing in the street, moon shining on the parking lot dawsTanned legs in the nights, sliding out of the sea, stilettos at the crosswalkI graduated but every year in May I get that schools out feelingI feel it creeping in every day and on weekends and I'm drowning in the freedom[Chorus:]Blame it on the bikinis, party girls, and martinis and the sunshinePrivate school daughters that never go under water keeping their hair just rightI know in September, I'm gonna remember how much I loved herI'm single for the suh-uh-uh single for the summerI've gone off the deep end, company I'm keeping is messing me upThe good girls at home sleeping, while I'm out creeping til the sun comes upOoo I've got my phone faced down, and my hair combed back, riding round getting good at the gameSaying the wrong things right, chasing midtown girls holding hands and forgetting their namesI graduated but every year in May I get that schools out feelingSo I wanna leave and pretend that I'm not a cheater and I can't help leaving[Chorus:]Blame it on the bikinis, party girls, and martinis and the sunshinePrivate school daughters that never go under water keeping their hair just rightI know in September, I'm gon remember how much I love herI'm single for the suh-uh-uh single for the summerAll of these pretty young thangs (pretty young thangs)Can make you forget a goodbye setTry to make a good guy bad[Chorus:]Blame it on the bikinis, party girls, and martinis and the sunshinePrivate school daughters that never go under water keeping their hair just rightI know in September, I'm gonna remember how much I love herI'm single for the suh-uh-uh single for the summerI'm single for the suh-uh-uh single for the summerWhy do I love all of these city girlsWhy do I love all of these city girlsWhy do I love all of these city girls with pretty eyesDown on the money and Broken hearted rich girls, the debutants, the small town runawaysAll dolled up at the bar, with debit cards, they don't know how pretty they areCity girls, city girls
