Boy, you’re so dope, your love is deadly. Tell me life is beautiful, they all think I have it all; I’ve nothing without you. All my dreams and all the lights mean nothing without you.
Summertime is nice and hot, and my life is sweet like vanilla is. Gold and silver line my heart, but burned into my brain are these stolen images, stolen images, baby, stolen images. Can you picture it, Babe, the life we could’ve lived?