Jason Collett - Almost SummerLyrics

Lemon gin, corn fields plowed under. Cigarettes, Southern Comfort With your friends behind the bleachers it's my first dance. He's gonna beat it in the high school gym It's almost summer, almost warm enough to swim. Backyards are waiting. He's got your name, he's got your number He's got your name, he's got your number The sun sets across the parking lot, Walking cool with your friends. Before the ready cops even know you're in the sand. The night is waiting Here he comes, you're a little nervous Here he comes; well you're getting up the courage, yeah The music sucks But he's your salvation Cherry lip gloss, and you're what he's tasting yeah Yeah yeah yeah You're in his car getting high Pair of fuzzy dice by the dashboard light Super toke, gets smoke in his eyes Your head is swimming with the anticipation and suddenly, You're puking out the door with your pants around your knees But he's a nice boy so he drops you on your street. I can't believe it Looks like you blew it He's got your name; he's got your number He's driving away; I want to bomb her yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah So you stumble home But you don't quite make it You wake up on the lawn Of your next door neighbor's The sun is warm. It's almost summer, yeah