Mid-Summer Sweetness

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Nearing the summer,
Schools coming to an end,
Nearing the summer,
Schools coming to an end,
Running out of time to make my crush,
More than just my friend

My crush walked by me,
Oh, trust me, indeed I saw,
Crush walked by my,
Trust me, I saw,
Dreaming on when I can rest my head,
In the space between his neck and the line of his jaw.

You know, he likes you?
Really, how can that be?
You know, he likes you?
How can that be?
Well I guess you'll find out soon,
'Cause here he comes, towards you and me.

Mid-summer sweetness,
Feet in the sand,
Mid-summer sweetness,
Feet in the sand,
My crush and I gazing over the ocean,
Hand and hand.

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