I can not wait for summer,
I can not wait for June when all the ghost are quiet,
When everything is new

Her voice to me "he's always asking for a dance"
She said "I hate his moves"
Her hands under her legs "his hands are always in my pants"

She said "I hate his moves"
I scan the room I see the clock your eyes are closed
It's getting dark
Is it over?

I can not wait for summer,
I can not wait for June
When all the ghost are quiet, when everything is new.

Her face to me I see she's asking for a dance,
You know she loves my moves.

Her hands around my waist, my arms around her back.
You know she loves my moves.

The quiet room the evening draw "I never felt so wild at all, is it over"
The boy who sits across from me just turns
His head and doesn't see till it's over.