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