In summertime you're so fine
You walk by now I wish I could press rewind
You sounding like a disco ball
We probably could break some laws
Can't wait to get physical
Now it's getting critical
And that ain't you, that ain't me
In the big beach house, full moon out, hey
We probably would melt the couch
And probably take it to the floor
Back and forth (back and forth)
We light up the room like we had a torch
Next we'll break to see your face
See my face, I'm for real
My good taste and your good shape
Hold my hand, I'll hold your waist
We'll be straight face to face
At twelve o'clock we so high
We turn heads at every spot
I know we got something good, something real
Us as one, just ain't fair