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Butch Walker

#1 Summer Jam

 

#1 Summer Jam

(album: Letters - 2004)


Don't put another thing on my plate
My brain is so full of your face
I ate I counted the hours
Since the minute that I drove by you

And I got a scar where you saw me
Don't think I'll see you around

Come back Sunday (come back Sunday)
Everyday's a Monday
Now that you're gone
Come back Sunday (come back Sunday)
Before I got a minute
The minute was gone
Think you kinda dug me
But other guys are up above me
Trying to get to you cause I let you go

I like to think I'm a pretty slick guy
But something in the sunlight between your thighs
Turned me into mush with a certified crush on you

Oh, what a fool I must be
So far away from my world.

[Chorus]

And it's never been so weird
To be at the bottom looking up
And I went into this movie of blood and guts
Thinking I was the shit, I was all grown up
And I wonder, if you wonder, what we could be

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