Honeysuckle in my hair
And summer in my footsteps
I'll never be a millionaire
But I've got linen sheets and I've got good sex
I dream of mango sesame
Of lovers thrills on grassy hills
And when you give that look to me
Well I can't help but get the chills
I guess I'm just wondering dear
Where in the world do we go from here?
Give me a space beneath the shade
Gimme a glass of spiced lemonade
You've got the day ahead of you
And I've got you, so why don't we stay?
Fifty three things on the shelf
My life is like a checklist
Wish that I could be myself
And be a little reckless
Where's the fire where's the smoke
Tell me what's the rush now?
You're not rich but you're not broke
So don't you make a fuss now
Baby one thing just became clear
Let's tear up the list and go from here
Give me a space beneath the shade
Gimme a glass of spiced lemonade
You've got the day ahead of you
And I've got you, so why don't we stay?
Give me a space beneath the shade
Gimme a glass of spiced lemonade
You've got the day ahead of you
So many hours of nothing to do
Give me a space beneath the shade
Gimme a glass of spiced lemonade
You've got the day ahead of you
And I've got you, so why don't we stay?"