Pastels, and jean shorts, and socks with stripes
We could go for a joyride- you said a walk, a walk's just fine
Lamplight in rose-gold, like your rings
Your impression of Australians is like the real thing
I kind of like it when the sun has gone down
'cause it feels better out here than it feels inside
I hope you don't mind if we let our hands touch
I promise I could keep a secret for the night
Summer nights, mm, summer nights
Summer nights, mm, summer nights
Playing games with the shadows we make
And the crickets jump across our feet, as we walk to the lake
I kind of like it when the sun has gone down
'cause it feels better out here than it feels inside
I hope you don't mind if we let our hands touch
I promise I could keep a secret for the night
Summer nights, mm, summer nights
Summer nights, ooh, summer nights
I wish I had bug spray, you're getting eaten alive
But you said it's okay- you're "along for the ride"
Summer nights, summer nights
Summer nights, summer nights
Some are nice, ooh, and some are nicer
Some are nice, ooh, and some are nicer
Pastels and jean shorts, gold lamplight
Pastels and jean shorts, gold lamplight