Mommy mommy, look it's sea glass I didn't hate her, (who,) i didn't hate her Oh the girl with the poetry I don't know this women was so amazing She was like this bossy bitch And the minute she went to, to read her poetry The thing that irritated me most about her was She had this big portfolio that she brought with her Are you happy in the summer time Are you happy in the summer time Just --her being was irritating Just her presence the minute i met her Hand moved as she did her poetry, her poetry, her polish poetry So we're all like waiting to hear this polish poetry Like if she's going to translate something out of something And she went on three minutes on polish, Huh, huh Then i woke up in the morning Long legs and candlelight She will be mine tonight Are you happy in the summer time Are you happy in the summer time I've seen you walking, seen you walking, Seen you walking, seen you walking, Pictures upon a screen In someone else's dream You will be mine tonight Walking into my dream, into my dream Are you happy in the summer time Are you happy in the summer time You will be mine tonight Walking into my dream, my dream Mommy mommy, look it's sea glass She was like this bossy bitch All the other readers, You know brought their papers and just small pieces, Small pieces .she was amazing