You said you're not like the other girls
You have a somewhat checkered past
But that doesn't mean
We can't make our summer last
You've got your daddy's credit cards
And a vacant look in your eyes
It's probably kind of risky
To be your kind of guy
My skin's still flaking
From my sunburn in July
That day you were right to warn me
I was gonna fry
But no worries, because
A somewhat higher risk of a minor carcinoma
Is a small price to pay
If we can be together
At least through Labor Day
I try not to think about
The awful things you scream out in your sleep
Or that long list of enemies
You keep
I gave you the keys to my uncle's Corvette
And we have just a few more jetty sunsets left
Summer's winding down
But it's not over yet
You said you're not like the other gals
You have a somewhat checkered past
But that doesn't mean
We can't make our summer last
No, that doesn't mean
We can't make our summer last
My skin's still flaking
From that sunburn in July
You were right to warn me
I was gonna fry
But that's OK because
A somewhat higher risk of a minor carcinoma
Is a small price to pay
If we can be together
At least through Labor Day
I hope we can be together
At least through Labor Day
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