Well, they fly in the air as you comb your hair
And the summertime will make you itch the mosquito bites
The buzz of love is busy buggin� you
Well, they fly in the air as you comb your hair
And they�re splattered up and down your windshield and the headlights
Well, they bite
Yeah, they bite
But you can tell they�re there
Does love buzz because that�s what it does?
Well, they fly in the air as you comb your hair
And the summertime will make you itch the mosquito bites
Well, they fly in the air as you comb your hair
And they�re splattered up and down your windshield and the headlights
Fly in the air, comb your hair
Flies in the air, comb your hair
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this song makes me think of summer in the suburbs. biking around everywhere all day, taking refuge in grocery stores, baking cookies and eating them, napping away whole afternoons in the park. i think i wrote an essay about it in high school. no, that's a lie, i know i did. because it was the best fucking summer of my whole fucking life... so much so that i even realized it before i got old, grew up, etc. it kinda sucks to realize that i won't have anything like that ever again. and that even if i did, it wouldn't be as wonderful. um. well what i basically want to say is i'm liking this song very much right now. muchos a lot.