SUMMER  

It's all about ass.
It's all about gettin' some bum

It's all the boys and girls
Young and old
Lettin' it all hang out on Whyte Ave

It's about the city getting a little country-ass
And the country going city
It's all about ass, man
When the living is easy and breezy

It's about bare skin
No bras
No panties
No tighty whities
Under blue jeans

You never hear of anyone
Wanting to die in the summertime, man
Unless it's behind the wheel of a souped-up
Muscle car
Or a 4 by

When summer felt so good
Good enough to let go of the wheel and
Let someone else do the driving for once
On that lost highway

It's about chrome and smokin' mags
Like who can hold a towel on his dick the longest
It's a pissing contest
It's a cock fight
It's to see who's the coolest to get all the chicks!

It's wearing 'fuck me' shoes
That really do say I can't run away
It's the best skin best hair best clothes
The best of everything I've got
For that one special man
Should I find you

It's a hair-pulling
Nail-gouging fist fight
It's to see who's the coolest to get all the guys!

Love and lust that you can't find in winter
Because the spark ignites in that brightest of Edmonton seasons
Winter insulates those embers
Softens the flame

It's about going hard
And going strong until the first snowflake falls

It's all about ass.
It's all about getting' some bum

It's all about summer

© 2006 Dawn Carter