Summer was a happy-go-lucky girl
She always wanted to see the world
She liked to get drunk but never got stoned
After all, she grew up in a Christian home
Not the best I've ever seen but still a damn good smile
Say what you want, but she had style
Hair as blond as a banana split
Bright blue eyes and the occasional zit
Chorus:
At parties she felt a little shy
In her silence she would drink even more than the guys
So after a while came out that smile
She’d get all the attention of the guys in the nearest mile
Oh hey, tiptoe rust
You might not believe but she was quite intelligent
Still not a stranger to the odd blonde moment
They might have been on purpose, we’ll never know
‘Cause her type of man really loved a bimbo
The day she moved out of her parents’ house
That independent girl was poor as a church mouse
She worked dawn to dusk, and dusk to dawn
For money to see the world and so on
Chorus:
At parties she felt a little shy
She knew she had to drink to get a guy
So after a while came out that smile
She’d get all the attention of the guys in the nearest mile
Oh hey, tiptoe rust
And then one day her pimp started to abuse her
‘Cause not a single client wanted to choose her
Seasons have changed; she had to reap what she had sown
After all, she grew up in a Christian home
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