Single for the Summer - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

The new year's getting older, the February roses are withered away

The sun keeps getting closer, sinking a little slower everyday

Ooh, it's getting louder at the lights, music clashing in the street

Moon shining on the parking lot dolls

Tanned legs in the nights, sliding out of the seat

Stilettos at the crosswalk

I graduated, but every year in May, I get that school's out feeling

I feel it creeping in

Every day's a weekend and I'm drowning in the freedom

Blame it on the bikinis, party girls, and martinis and the sunshine

The private school daughters that never go under water, keeping their hair just right

I know in September, I'm gon' remember how much I loved her

I'm single for the suh-uh-uh, single for the summer

I've gone off the deep end, company I'm keeping is messing me up

The good girls at home sleeping while I'm out creeping 'til the sun comes up

Ooh, I’ve got my phone faced down and my hair combed back, riding 'round, getting good at the game

Saying the wrong things right, chasing midtown girls, holding hands and forgetting their names

I graduated, but every year in May, I get that school's out feeling

Don't wanna leave here, but damn it, I'm not a cheater and I can't help leaving

Blame it on the bikinis, party girls, and martinis and the sunshine

The private school daughters that never go under water, keeping their hair just right

I know in September, I'm gon' remember how much I love her

I'm single for the suh-uh-uh, single for the summer

All of these pretty young things (pretty young things)

Can make you forget a goodbye's sad

Try to make a good guy bad

Blame it on the bikinis, party girls, and martinis and the sunshine

The private school daughters that never go under water, keeping their hair just right

I know in September, I'm gon' remember how much I love her

I'm single for the suh-uh-uh, single for the summer

Why do I love all of these city girls?

Why do I love all of these city girls with pretty eyes?

Down on Demonbreun and broken hearted rich girls, the debutantes, the small town runaways

All dolled up at the bar, with debit cards, they don’t know how pretty they are

City girls, city girls