Single For The Summer - Sam Hunt

The new years getting older

The February roses are withered away

The sun keeps getting closer

Sinking a little slower everyday

Ooh it’s getting louder at the lights

Music clashing in the street

Moon shining on the parking lot dolls

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 creeping

And every day’s a weekend

And I’m drowning in the freedom

Blame it on the bikinis

Party girls, and martinis

And the sunshine

Private-school daughters

That never go under water

Keeping their hair just right

I know in September

I’m gon' remember

How much I love her

I’m single for the suh-uh-uh single for the summer

I’ve gone off the deep end

The company I’m keeping is messing me up

The good girls at home sleeping

While I’m out creeping 'til the sun comes up

Ooh I’ve 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 wanna leave it

But dammit I’m not a cheater

And I can’t help leaving

Blame it on the bikinis

Party girls, and martinis

And the sunshine

Private-school daughters

That never go under water

Keeping their hair just right

I know in September

I’m gon' remember

How much I love her

I’m single for the suh-uh-uh single for the summer

All of these pretty young thangs (pretty young thangs)

Can make you forget a goodbye’s sad

Tryin' to make a good guy bad

Blame it on the bikinis

Party girls, and martinis

And the sunshine

Private-school daughters

That never go under water

Keeping their hair just right

I know in September

I’m gon' remember

How much I love her

I’m single for the suh-uh-uh single for the summer

I’m single for the suh-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?

Broken-hearted 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

Kissing in the daylight

Kissing in the daylight

Daylight, kissing in the daylight

Kissing in the daylight

Lips taste like money