You slither down to the lake In your leather jacket, boots and cape I asked you baby what's the weather Not outside I'm talking about under Oh oh under, under you How cold are you underneath? You know I'm a warm summer baby Dreaming all this up in cherry Make your next move Summertime's not talking to you I'm like God damn, your man, I'm cooling on you if I can I'm like boo hoo, who knew Summertime's not talking to you Not talking you I scream well that's just embarrassing You chased me onto the train You pose with your guitar but I know you can't even play You can impress me some other way Oh you could impress me some other way Make your next move Summer times not talking to you I'm like God damn, your man, I'm cooling on you if I can I'm like boo hoo, who knew Summertime's not talking to you Not talking you