Summer in the city

It's not quite summer yet, but I keep yearning for it. And that got me thinking of one of my summer songs. This melody smells of summer to me. Of warm asphalt and sweat. And they words taste like summer in my mouth.

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summer in the city
means cleavage, cleavage, cleavage
and I start to miss you, baby, sometimes
I've been staying up and drinking
in the late night establishments
tellin' strangers personal things

summer in the city
I'm so lonely, lonely, lonely
so I went to a protest just to rub up against strangers
and I did feel like coming
but I also felt like crying
doesn't seem so worth it right now

and the castrated ones
stand on the corner, smoking
they want to feel the bulges in their pants start to rise
at the sight of a beautiful woman, they feel nothing
but anger, her skin makes them sick in the night
and nauseous, nauseous, nauseous

summer in the city
I'm so lonely, lonely, lonely
I've been hallucinating you, babe, at the backs of other women
and I tap them on the shoulder
and they turn around smiling
but there's no recognition in their eyes

oh, summer in the city
means cleavage, cleavage, cleavage
but don't get me wrong, dear
in general, I think I'm doing quite fine
it's just when it's summer in the city
and you're long gone from the city
I start to miss you, baby, sometimes

when there's summer in the city
and you're so long gone from the city
I start to miss you, baby, sometimes
I start to miss you, baby, sometimes
I start to miss you, baby, sometimes