Summer has tricked me into
Chasing the vision of you
Summer has come way too soon
Chasing the vision of you
Summer has tricked me into
(when will I see you my girl)
Chasing the vision of you
(come right out the door, you know)
When will I see you, my girl?
Don’t pick up the phone, tell me you’re alone
When will I see you, my girl?
Don’t pick up the phone, you are not alone