Single For the Summer

The new year's getting older

The February roses are withered away

The sun keeps getting closer

Sinking a little slower every day

Ooh, it's getting louder at the lights

Music clashing in the street

Moon shining on the parking lot daws

Tanned legs in the nights

Sliding out of the sea

Stilettos at the crosswalk

I graduated, but every year in May

I get that school's out feeling

I feel it creepin' in, everyday's a weekend

And I'm drowning in the freedom

Blame it on the bikinis

Party girls and martinis

And the sunshine

The private school daughters that never go underwater

Keeping their hair just right

I know in September

I'm gon' remember how much I love her

I'm single for the su-uh-uh

Single for the summer

I've gone off the deep end

Company I'm keeping is messing me up

The good girls are home sleeping

While I'm out creepin' till the sun comes up

Ooh, I got my phone faced down

And my hair combed back

Riding 'round getting good at the game

Saying the wrong things right

Chasing Midtown girls

Holding hands and forgetting their names

I graduated, but every year in May

I get that school's out feeling

Don't want to leave and pretend

That I'm not a cheater

And I can't help leaving

Blame it on the bikinis

Party girls and martinis

And the sunshine

The private school daughters that never go underwater

Keeping their hair just right

I know in September

I gon' remember how much I love her

I'm single for the su-uh-uh

Single for the summer

All of these pretty young thangs

Could make you forget a goodbye sayin'

Pretty young thangs

Try to make a good guy bad

Blame it on the bikinis

Party girls and martinis

And the sunshine

The private school daughters that never go underwater

Keeping their hair just right

I know in September

I'm gon' remember how much I love her

I'm single for the su-uh-uh

Single for the summer

I'm single for the su-uh-uh

Single for the summer

Why do I love all of these city girls?

Why do I love all of these city girls?

Why do I love all of these city girls?

With pretty eyes down on Demonbreun

And brokenhearted rich girls, the debutantes

The small-town runaways

All dolled up at the bar with debit cards

They don't know how pretty they are

City girls

City girls