She's like an hourglass,
I'm stuck in sand,
Cos' she reminds of a beach,
A purple ocean wonderland,
She's a master,
Telecaster,
And I only hope she stays in tune,
Cos' I'm spring summer falling,
She's calling me down to her wonderland,
There's no wonder I'm in a dream,
She's a scene,
Where the seasons were all painted green,
(Under 8 oak trees)
In the midst,
Of a kiss,
Her fluoresce,
The celeste,
In her hair was a picturesque,
Silhouette,
As the sun sets,
I'm spring summer falling,
She's like a roller coaster,
And I'm going down,
Down, down, down, down, down,
She picks me up and she spins me around,
The helta skelta climb the stairs,
And ride the corkscrews in her hair,
You better buckle up but don't be scared,
She's like an hourglass,
And I'm stuck in sand,
And she's building castles round,
To keep me in her wonderland,
The weatherman says the skies are grey,
But the rain will never wash 'em away,
Cos' I'm spring summer falling,
She's calling me down to her wonderland,
There's no wonder I'm in a dream,
She's a scene,
Where the seasons were all painted green,
In the midst,
Of a kiss,
The celeste,
In her hair,
So fair,
But beware,
She's a mean limousine,
Got a frog on a lead,
But nevertheless,
I know I'll,
Spend the rest,
Of spring summer falling.