The girl that I knew was a summer child,
She ran in the heat for what seemed like miles.
She couldn't be happy if she didn't feel
So she ran til the skin was rubbed raw on her heel
She loved how she sweat all her pain off her chest
And her hips and her legs and her arms and the rest.
But she didn't feel pain so she went and she went
Til her skin was burned red from the heat the sun sent.
