Single For The Summer – Sam Hunt

The new years 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 sea
Stilettos at the crosswalk

I graduated
But every year in May
I get that ‘school’s out’ feeling
I feel it creeping
And every day’s a weekend
And I’m drowning in the freedom

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 gon’ remember
How much I love her
I’m single for the suh-uh-uh single for the summer

I’ve gone off the deep end
The 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 it
But dammit I’m not a cheater
And I can’t help leaving

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 gon’ remember
How much I love her
I’m single for the suh-uh-uh single for the summer

All of these pretty young thangs (pretty young thangs)
Can make you forget a goodbye’s sad
Tryin’ to make a good guy bad

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 gon’ remember
How much I love 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?

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
Kissing in the daylight
Daylight, kissing in the daylight
Kissing in the daylight
Lips taste like money