| Mommy mommy, look it's sea glass | |
| I didn't hate her, (who,) i didn't hate her | |
| Oh the girl with the poetry | |
| I don't know this women was so amazing | |
| She was like this bossy bitch | |
| And the minute she went to, to read her poetry | |
| The thing that irritated me most about her was | |
| She had this big portfolio that she brought with her | |
| Are you happy in the summer time | |
| Are you happy in the summer time | |
| Just --her being was irritating | |
| Just her presence the minute i met her | |
| Hand moved as she did her poetry, her poetry,her polish poetry | |
| So we're all like waiting to hear this polish poetry | |
| Like if she's going to translate something out of something | |
| And she went on three minutes on polish, | |
| Huh, huh | |
| Then i woke up in the morning | |
| Long legs and candlelight | |
| She will be mine tonight | |
| Are you happy in the summer time | |
| Are you happy in the summer time | |
| I've seen you walking, seen you walking, | |
| Seen you walking, seen you walking, | |
| Pictures upon a screen | |
| In someone else's dream | |
| You will be mine tonight | |
| Walking into my dream, into my dream | |
| Are you happy in the summer time | |
| Are you happy in the summer time | |
| You will be mine tonight | |
| Walking into my dream, my dream | |
| Mommy mommy, look it's sea glass | |
| She was like this bossy bitch | |
| All the other readers, | |
| You know brought their papers and just small pieces, | |
| Small pieces ..she was amazing |