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Summer ( The First Time )
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It was a hot afternoon
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the last day of June,
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and the sun was a demon.
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The clouds were afraid.
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One ten in the shade,
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and the pavement was steamin'.
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I told Billy Ray
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in his red chevrolet
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I needed time for some thinkin'.
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He was just passing by
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when I caught that boy's eye,
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and I swore it was winkin'.
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I was thirty-one,
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he was seventeen.
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He knew nothing about love.
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I knew everything.
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But he sat right down
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on the front porch swing,
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and I wondered what the
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coming night would bring.
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Sun closed my eyes,
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climbed to the skies.
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It was starting to swelter.
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The sweat trickled down
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the front of my gown.
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I thought it would melt me.
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I threw back my hair
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like he wasn't there
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and I sipped, oooh, something coolin'.
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My shoulders bare,
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he tried not to stare,
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whoa, but I knew I wasn't foolin'.
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I looked deep into those eyes of blue,
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I said, "Boy, I know you're young,
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don't know what to say or do.
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But stay with me 'til the sun goes away
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and I will chase the boy in you away!"
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Guess you know why
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that kid caught my eyes,
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oooh, and why the memory still lingers.
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Go back in my mind
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to the very first time,
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ooh-ooh-ooh, I felt the touch of somebody's fingers.
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I go back in my mind
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to the very first time
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oh, I felt the touch of somebody's fingers.
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And go, go back in my mind
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to the very first time I felt . . .
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I go back in my mind
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to the very first time
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I felt the touch
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of somebody's fingers.
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The first time.
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The first time.
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Summer ( The First Time )
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| Bette Midler |
