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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The 502s
The 502s
Performer
Bobby Campbell
Bobby Campbell
Synthesizer
Ryan Peterson
Ryan Peterson
Drums
Tim Lauer
Tim Lauer
Piano
Sam Hunter
Sam Hunter
Acoustic Guitar
Tim Galloway
Tim Galloway
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ed Isola
Ed Isola
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bobby Campbell
Bobby Campbell
Producer
Caleb Fisher
Caleb Fisher
Recording Engineer
Dave Clauss
Dave Clauss
Mixing Engineer
Adam Grover
Adam Grover
Mastering Engineer
Daniel Chaney
Daniel Chaney
Photography
Annette Kirk
Annette Kirk
Graphic Design

Lyrics

She had a lovely little accent
Like she was straight from the BBC
I had a little bit of hesitation (hesitation)
I never saw what she saw in me
Now I'm rolling down the street thinking ain't life sweet
Begging for her strawberries and her cream
I told myself I wouldn't fall for a summer fling
But oh, shit, there I go
Watching my head sail over my toes
A pretty face, hair color rose
On holiday from the English coast
Oh I, oh I know
The way this is gonna go
Come fall it'll fall apart
Summer love ain't for the faint of heart
She took her sunnies off my dashboard
She left her lipstick on my cheek (it was ruby red, not pink)
And then she got real quiet like she had a secret she was trying to keep
And leaned in close to me
She winked and turned down the music real low
And said, "The British were better at rock'n'roll"
And she looked so good I didn't dare to disagree
I told myself I wouldn't fall for a summer fling
But oh, shit, there I go
Watching my head sail over my toes
A pretty face, hair color rose
On holiday from the English coast
Oh I, oh I know
The way this is gonna go
Come fall it'll fall apart
Summer love ain't for the faint of heart
Oh, I know sooner or later this'll fall apart
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
But for now
I'm rolling down the street thinking ain't life sweet
Begging for her strawberries and her cream
I told myself I wouldn't fall for a summer fling
I told myself I wouldn't fall for a summer fling
But oh, shit, there I go
Watching my head sail over my toes
A pretty face, hair color rose
On holiday from the English coast
Oh I, oh I know
The way this is gonna go
Come fall it'll fall apart
Summer love ain't for the faint of heart
Sooner or later she'll break my heart
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
But for now I'm strolling down the street thinking ain't life sweet
Begging for her strawberries and her cream
I told myself I wouldn't fall for a summer fling
Written by: Ed Isola
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