I cannot wait for summer
I cannot wait for June
When all the ghosts are quiet
When everything is new
My voice to me, he's always asking for a dance
She said I hate his moves
Hands under her legs, his hands, always in my hand
She said I hate those moves
When all the ghosts are quiet
When everything is new
My voice to me, he's always asking for a dance
She said I hate his moves
Hands under her legs, his hands, always in my hand
She said I hate those moves
- jelsen
