Here come the jeans,
and the summer.
Here come the jeans,
and the summer.

It feels like the spring has gone,
but winter is coming on,
as the sun
shone over your head,
as you said,
"There's no use pretending, love,
that this is neverending love,
I'll go home
with someone else instead."
And then I said...

"Here come the jeans,
and the summer.
Here come the jeans,
and the summer.
You know it's wrong,
and I know
I could be anyone.
Here come the jeans,
and the summer."

The nights wrapped in you alone,
the sunstroke of your cologne,
as you leave
your sundress behind
we're blameless.
The pale face of the moon,
a Lovin' Spoonful tune,
in the breeze
there's no one else to please
and I do believe...

Here come the jeans,
and the summer.
Here come the jeans,
and the summer.
You know it's wrong,
and I know
I could be anyone.
Here come the jeans,
and the summer.
Here come the jeans,
and the summer.
Here come the jeans,
and the summer.
Here come the jeans,
and the summer.
Here come the jeans,
and the summer.

The DEVILS Made Me Do It!
The Fields of Eden