This summer will be different I will move across the town
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Promenade above the beach until my face turns brown
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With my hands in my pockets and a casual stroll from the town beach to the dock
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The girls they walk in two's and three's, their pretty cotton frocks teased by the breeze.
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And I will find a long-limbed summer girl for me.
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I will assume the accent of some Yankee sailor boy
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Stranded between merchant ships with some time to enjoy.
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A week or two down by the bay with tupp'ney ice-cream cones
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And petticoats and sandy kisses, breasts smooth as stones washed by the sea
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And I will find a long-limbed summer girl for me.
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And her name will be Pam or Ruth, so I'll be Chuck or Wayne,
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And we will know and love each other, then I will explain
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Why I haven't found a ship and that I live in town
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Before we share that cigarette, in waves of love, we'll drown down by the sea,
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My long-limbed salt-teared summer girl and me.
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She won't cry for my leaving, she will cry because I stay
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She will cry for my deceiving that we can meet every day
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This love affair it grew so strong because we'd have to part,
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And now we will do anyway and she will take my heart and I'll be free
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To find another summer girl who'll give it back to me.
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Summer Girls
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| Ralph McTell |
