Summer Song - Elita

You look cute in my shirt

Scraped knees in a tennis skirt

My socks are full of dirt

I just don’t want to get hurt

I’m sweetened like dessert

Soft laughter while we flirt

Sun kissed under a T-shirt

You should call in sick to work

I don’t want the summer to end

I think we could be more than friends

Why can’t this last forever?

Every day with you gets better