under the oak tree in june:

she was the heroine and he was her hero
he didn’t have a steed but his moped was banana yellow
and he could play the guitar, he wrote her a song
she fell in love somewhere around the second verse.
she was drowning, drowning in his love
it was summer and they were seventeen
the stars never shone as bright, the water was never warmer
the days seemed to stretch on forever.
she wished on a star and he gave her the moon,
sitting under an oak tree when he first kissed her that june
didn’t have a lot of money, but he wrote her a song
she fell in love somewhere around the second verse.
she was falling, falling hard in love
she was young, the days were sticky – it was summer
he had big brown eyes, a crooked smile
they were meant to last forever.
she was sure and he was nervous
so she kissed him harder, he tasted absolutely delicious
he wanted to make it perfect, he wrote her a song
she knew it was love somewhere around the second verse