Lyrics The Hunt - Edgar Oceransky , Tarang Nagi

The new years getting older, the February roses are
withered away
The sun keeps getting closer, sinking a little slower
everyday
Ooo it's getting louder at the lights, music clashing in
the street, moon shining on the parking lot dolls
Tanned legs in the nights, sliding out of the sea,
stilettos at the crosswalk
I graduated but every year in May I get that 'schools
out' feeling
I feel it creeping in every day's a weekend and I'm
drowning in the freedom
Blame it on the bikinis, party girls, and martinis and
the sunshine
Private school daughters that never go under water,
keeping their hair just right
I know in September, I'm a remember how much I love
her
I'm single for the suh-uh-uh single for the summer
I've gone off the deep end, the company I'm keeping
is messing me up
The good girls at home sleeping, while I'm out
creeping til the sun comes up
Ooo I've got my phone faced down, and my hair
combed back, riding round getting good at the game
Saying the wrong things right, chasing midtown girls
holding hands and forgetting their names
I graduated but every year in May I get that 'schools
out' feeling
Don't wanna leave and pretend that I'm not a cheater
and I can't help leaving
Blame it on the bikinis, party girls, and martinis and
the sunshine
Private school daughters that never go under water
keeping their hair just right
I know in September, I'm a remember how much I love
her
I'm single for the suh-uh-uh single for the summer
All of these pretty young thangs (pretty young thangs)
Can make you forget a goodbye's sad
Tryin' to make a good guy bad
Blame it on the bikinis, party girls, and martinis and
the sunshine
Private school daughters that never go under water
keeping their hair just right
I know in September, I'm a remember how much I love
her
I'm single for the suh-uh-uh single for the summer
I'm single for the suh-uh-uh single for the summer
Why do I love all of these city girls
Why do I love all of these city girls
Why do I love all of these city girls with pretty eyes,
down on Demonbreun
Broken hearted rich girls, the debutantes, the small
town runaways
All dolled up at the bar, with debit cards, they don't
know how pretty they are
City girls, city girls