Pleasurehouse Summer Lyrics

Summer Lyrics

In this house surrounded by palm trees

I've lost the picture from my wallet

The picture's mudded and full of kisses

I tried to bite her, for a perfect passion



She's been on the [...] in a plastic suitcase

So I look around for the red-blue roses

Then I try to see her, in the taste of peaches

I know she's waiting for my summer letters



It's my perfect summer

My perfect summer



Out in the summer, I know I'm a seeker

Watch out the window, I'm sleeping and dreaming

Back of a postcard, I know she's been waiting

I know she's waiting for my summer roses



It's my perfect summer

My perfect summer



It is my perfect summer

My perfect summer [repeat 8