In the summertime I used to wait for the Smell of the green grass and the blossoms My eyes can see through the dense spots Sing an ode to the roses in the garden
I can't see, but she don't smell right
You would send shivers up my spine When I'm naked don't question my size
In the summertime I would wait for the Smell of green grass and the roses Can't hear a word that you say Sing an ode to the roses in the garden
But, but she ain't quite right
You would send shivers up my spine When I'm naked don't question my size