Summerfling

Early morning mid- July, anticipations making me high. The smell of Sunday in our hair we ran on the beach with Kennedy flair.

Sweet, sweet burn of sun and summer wind, with you my friend, my new fun thing my summer fling. Laugh oh how we would laugh at any thing, and so pretend of never ending summer fling.

This uncommon kind of breeze, we did with our hearts whatever it pleased forsaken logic our perfect plans, a perfect moment slipped though our hands.

Sweet, sweet burn of sun and summer wind, with you my friend, my new fun thing my summer fling. Laugh oh how we would laugh at any thing, and so pretend of never ending summer fling.

Strange the wind can change so quickly without a word of warning, rearrange our lives until there torn in two.

Sweet, sweet burn of sun and summer wind, with you my friends, my new fun things my summer fling. Laugh oh how we would laugh at any thing, and so pretend of never ending summer fling.

Sweet, sweet burn of sun and summer wind, with you my friend, my new fun thing my summer fling.