Jason Collett - Almost Summer lyrics

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Lemon gin, corn fields plowed under.

Cigarettes, Southern Comfort

With your friends behind the bleachers it's your first dance.

He's gonna be there in the high school gym

It's almost summer, almost warm enough to swim

Backyards are waiting.

He's got your name, he's got your number

He's got your name, he's got your number

The sun sets across the parking lot,

walking cool with your friends.

Avoid the rent-a-cops even though you're innocent.

The night is waiting

Here he comes, you're a little nervous

Here he comes; well you're getting up the courage, yeah

The music sucks

But here's your salvation

Cherry lip gloss, and you're what he's tasting yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

You're in his car getting high

Pair of fuzzy dice by the dashboard light

Super toke, gets smoke in his eyes

Your head is swimming with the anticipation and suddenly,

You're puking out the door with your pants around your knees

But he's a nice boy so he drops you on your street.

You can't believe it

Looks like you blew it.

He's got your name; he's got your number

He's driving away; Oh what a bummer, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

So you stumble home

But you don't quite make it

You wake up on the lawn

Of your next door neighbor's

The sun is warm.

It's almost summer, yeah