Summertime Rolls - Losers, Brian Molko

Fell into

A sea of grass

And disappeared among

The shady blades

The children all

Ran over me

Screaming tag

You are the one

He trips her as

Her sandals fail

She says stop

I’m a girl

Whose fingernails are made

Of a mother’s pearl

Yellow buttercup

Helicopters

Orange buttercat

Chasing after

The crazy bee

Mad about somebody

Oh no

Me and my girlfriend

Don’t wear no shoes

Her nose is painted pepper sunlight

She loves me

I mean it’s serious

As serious can be

Well, she sings a song and

I listen to what it says

If you want a friend

Feed any animal

There was so much space

I cut me a piece

With some fine wine

It brought peace to my mind

In the summertime

And it rolled

Summer… oh oh oh

Oh, oh, oh… summertime rolls

Summer… oh oh oh

Oh, oh, oh… summertime rolls

Oh summer… yeah yeah yeah

Oh oh oh, oh, oh… summertime rolls

Summer… yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Oh, oh, oh… summertime rolls

Me and my girlfriend

Don’t wear no clothes you know

I know her nose is a pepper sunlight

I love her

I mean it’s so so serious

As serious can be