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This is how I pray in the summertime,
this is how I pray in the summer
Got my glass of shandy,
now I feel fine, this is how I pray, yeah
The more you say, the more you pray,
the lss it's getting you down
The more you pray, the more you
stay, the less it's getting you down
Autumn time, leaves falling al around
Winter time follows suit
Little bunnies freezing in the snow
Winter's suck an ugly brute
Mid-city blues getting you down
Take a break from the strain
Get out you car,
drink a glass of wine
Admit it, you feel great
It's the summertime
This is how I play in the summertime,
this is how I pray in the summer
Got my glass of shandy,
now I feel fine, this is how I pray, yeah
This is how I play in the summertime,
this is how I pray in the summer
Got my glass of shandy,
now I feel fine, this is how I pray, yeah
And if your love has met
its sad refrain
Believe me, you will love again
And all the best laid plans
of mice and men go wrong
This is how I break for
the summertime,
this is how I play in the summer
What's mine is yours, yours is mine
This is how I pray, yeah, oh, yeah
You got the funky drummer in '89
This is how I play, yeah, oh, woah
The Mondays, The Roses,
blocking all your noses
Wearing baggy clothes
and their buffalo poses
Bank tellers, dropping little fellas
Loved up in the clubs with
football thugs, no malice
I dig your dreadlocks,
buzzing off your socks
Big fish, little fish, cardboard box
So give me French-kiss, I love you
Voodoo Ray
I dream of Santa Ana
on the road to Mandalay
In the summertime
Where the weather is hot
In the summertime
Where the weather is hot
On my mind, on my mind
In the summertime
Where the weather is hot
In the summertime
Summertime
When the weather is hot
In the summertime
On my mind
In the summertime
On my mind
I got shivers down my spine
On my mind
Happiness is surface light
On my mind
On my mind
Translate to:
This is how I pray in the summertime,
this is how I pray in the summer
Got my glass of shandy,
now I feel fine, this is how I pray, yeah
The more you say, the more you pray,
the lss it's getting you down
The more you pray, the more you
stay, the less it's getting you down
Autumn time, leaves falling al around
Winter time follows suit
Little bunnies freezing in the snow
Winter's suck an ugly brute
Mid-city blues getting you down
Take a break from the strain
Get out you car,
drink a glass of wine
Admit it, you feel great
It's the summertime
This is how I play in the summertime,
this is how I pray in the summer
Got my glass of shandy,
now I feel fine, this is how I pray, yeah
This is how I play in the summertime,
this is how I pray in the summer
Got my glass of shandy,
now I feel fine, this is how I pray, yeah
And if your love has met
its sad refrain
Believe me, you will love again
And all the best laid plans
of mice and men go wrong
This is how I break for
the summertime,
this is how I play in the summer
What's mine is yours, yours is mine
This is how I pray, yeah, oh, yeah
You got the funky drummer in '89
This is how I play, yeah, oh, woah
The Mondays, The Roses,
blocking all your noses
Wearing baggy clothes
and their buffalo poses
Bank tellers, dropping little fellas
Loved up in the clubs with
football thugs, no malice
I dig your dreadlocks,
buzzing off your socks
Big fish, little fish, cardboard box
So give me French-kiss, I love you
Voodoo Ray
I dream of Santa Ana
on the road to Mandalay
In the summertime
Where the weather is hot
In the summertime
Where the weather is hot
On my mind, on my mind
In the summertime
Where the weather is hot
In the summertime
Summertime
When the weather is hot
In the summertime
On my mind
In the summertime
On my mind
I got shivers down my spine
On my mind
Happiness is surface light
On my mind
On my mind