"Ooh sometimes.. Romantic picean seeks angel in disguise.. Chinese-speaking girlfriend, big brown eyes. Liverpudlian lady, sophisticated male. Hello partner, tell me love can't fail. And it's you and me in the summertime. We'll be hand in hand down in the park. With a squeeze and a sigh and that twinkle in your eye. And all the sunshine banishes the dark. Do some people wind up with the one they abhor, in a distant hell-hole room, the third world war. But all I see is films where colorless despair. Meant angry men with immaculate hair. Ooh sometimes.. Get up a voice inside says there's no time for looking down. Only a pound a word and you're talking to the town. But how do you coin the phrase through. That will set your soul apart. Just to touch a lonely heart. And it's you and me in the summertime. We'll be hand in hand down in the park. With a squeeze and a sigh and that twinkle in your eye. And all the sunshine banishes the dark. And it's you and I in the summertime. As I turn my white skin red. Two peas from the same pod, yes we are. Or have I read too much fiction? Is this how it happens? How does it happen? How does it happen? How does it happen? Is this how it happens?"
-Summertime, Sundays
Like that song..