You’re not like the other girls
With your 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
I wonder if it’s risky
To be your kind of guy
My skin's still flaking
From that sunburn in July
You were right to warn me
I was gonna fry
But no worries, baby
A somewhat higher risk of a minor carcinoma
Is a small price to pay
If we can be together
At least through Labor Day
We should be together
At least through Labor Day
I watched you back in June
Twisting at the marina
You were trying to be graceful
But you ain’t no ballerina
The yacht club banned you
For doing weed on the veranda
You got a job selling beach tags
But on your second day they canned ya
My skin's still flaking
From that sunburn in July
You were right to warn me
I was gonna fry
But no worries, darling
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
I try not to think about
That name you yell out in your sleep
Or that long list of enemies
You keep
You still have 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 quite over yet
My skin's still flaking
From that sunburn in July
You were right to warn me
I was gonna fry
But no worries, baby
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
You know I will always love you
At least through Labor Day
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