Where you go in the summertime? Oh, garçonova Up the coast where they wait in line? But you don't like anyone to hold you All those nights to find Something wrong if it's painted white All those nights to find There's no such thing as perfection
Oh, and it's emasculating And it's intimidating Oh, and it's intoxicating To be in love with you man Oh, yeah To be in love with you man Oh, yeah
Where you go in the summertime? Oh, garçonova Up the coast where they wait in line? But you don't like anyone to hold you
