Met her at guitar shop

On Santa Monica and 7th Street

The salesman tried to get my attention

To sell me a Mexican Fender

She came to get her 10, 000 steps

And hang out with her boyfriend

But I was only trying to get to know her

So I took her out to the ocean

It was hot, hot, 100 degrees

But she only went in up to her knees

She didn't want to take off her jeans

'Cause that would be insane

My summer love

My summer love

Oh she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not

Oh she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not

She got a bachelor's degree in physics

And a job in computer programming

That's pretty cool for a singer in a band

So I knew we would end up jamming

Later that night we went to a gig

And she asked for some advice

"What do you do with your hands when you're singing

Do you just hold onto the mic? "

It was hot, hot, 100 degrees

And the trash overflowed out on the street

The heart-breaking DJ stepped to me

But I just couldn't get enough

Of my summer love

My summer love

Oh she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not

Oh she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not

Gonna fly so high

To a place that we have never seen

Ever since you came 'round

In a green CT and faded jeans

I got a cozy pad around the corner

Slide a little closer

My summer love

My summer love

Oh she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not

Oh she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not

Oh she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not

Oh she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not