It's the fame that holds you in vain
but in your letter it's playing your game
It's so hard when love gets dark, in the summertime
and I got a bird, here in my ear,

when you get old, just pray
And I just got it all
from Mr. feeling wrong with money
and I'm gonna tell you one thing now...
The last time infected me
The last time infected me
The last time infected me so good
The last time infected me
The last time infected me
The last time infected me so good
Now it's cold and you're always involved

isn't it sad, oh so sad
when I've written it
A tutor of mine, coverover
laying all sleeping in the sand,
isn't it hard when love gets hard,
in the summertime
And I just got it all
from Mr. feeling wrong with money
and I'm gonna tell you one thing now...
The last time infected me
The last time infected me
The last time infected me so good
The last time infected me
The last time infected me
The last time infected me so good
oh so good, oh so good, oh so good, oh so good, oh so good, oh so good