Every time June switches to July, I think of Sixers by the side of O’Hogan Street.
Me havin’ talk since you got the call, wonderin’ if it all’s goin’ right out of UT.
When you were mine, felt like a leather jacket Elvis in his
The day you left felt like day the music
Don’t how our history in mind,
But Marlboro light,
and midnight blue.
Honda, my Americana.
home your perfume on my
Dolce and in parking lots,
tires I couldn’t my on and two.
cars, good don’t stay than
My Americana
days June, hangin’ my
when it got cold drive-in.
We to like 8
burned high that
white and knit blue.
mama’s Americana.
a.m., perfume on my
and Gabbana in parking lots,
them off keep my on ten
Fast hard break, girls stay the summer.
was you.
Americana was you.
were mine, leather Elvis
day you left the day the music
know your mind,
But in and midnight
my Americana.
Two come home perfume my
Gabbana lots,
Coolin’ off I keep my hands and two.
cars, hard good girls don’t longer than
My Americana was you.
My was