Sam HuntSingle for the Summer

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

[Chorus]
Blame it on the bikinis, party girls
And martinis and the sunshine
Private school daughters
That never go under water
Keeping their hair just right
I know in September,
I'm gonna 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 her but damnit,
I'm not a cheater and I can't help leaving

[Chorus]
Blame it on the bikinis, party girls
And martinis and the sunshine
Private school daughters
That never go under water
Keeping their hair just right
I know in September,
I'm gonna remember
How much I loved 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

[Chorus]
Blame it on the bikinis, party girls
And martinis and the sunshine
Private school daughters
That never go under water
Keeping their hair just right
I know in September,
I'm gonna remember
How much I loved her
I'm single for the suh-uh-uh
Single for the summer
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
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

Kissing in the daylight
Oh
Kissing in the daylight
Daylight, kissing in the daylight
Kissing in the daylight