In the summertime, driving up the west coast
Me and my valentine, we ain't got no place to go
Nothing ahead but the open road
They're in the badlands looking for me
We're in the city getting high with the freaks
Put the jukebox back on the rate
I'm free
Hey, it's my heart
Hold on tight
Hold on tight

Hey, it's my heart
I, I know what to do
Now that I've got a man like you
Sometimes, it can be so cruel
Baby, don't be cruel
I, I know what to do
Now that I've got a man like you
Sometimes, it can be so cruel
Baby, don't be cruel
Baby, don't be cruel
Baby, you're so cruel
I need real love
Fuckin' in your backseat
Real love
Just like sitting mad's seat
Real love
Nothing more than real love




Can you repeat?
Six foot angel, love of my life
I'ma make it out of here dead or alive
I'ma gonna make this boy my wife and free
Hey, it's my life
Hold on tight
It's my life
Real love is a dangerous game
But it's one that I wanna play
Real love is a gun to my brain
But I'm drawn like a moth to the flame
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
I, I know what to do
Now that I've got a man like you
Summertime
It can be so cold
Baby, don't be cool
Baby, don't be cool
Baby, you're so cool
I need real love
* in the backseat
Real love
Just like Sid and Nancy
Real love
Nothing more than you
Real love
Nothing more than you and me
Real love
Fuckin' in the backseat
Real love
Just like Sid and Nancy
Real love
Nothing more than you and me