Summer BreezeMature

got my fingers in the wind
witht he music playing loud
and an endless road ahead
who better to ride it with
than the one singing just as loud?
With his lips pressed to mine
and our fingers intertwined
I'm in love with you
and the music that you play
with our hands up in the air
we're singing loud and clear
don't worry about us
we've got summer on our tongues
and music in our fingertips

The End

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