Lyrics In The Eyes Of a Mistress

In The Eyes Of a Mistress

It Doesn't Matter If You Win Or Lose It's What You Do With Your Dancin' Shoes

Summer loving, had me a blast

Summer loving, happened so fast

I met a girl crazy for me

I met a boy, cute as can be

Summer days drifting away to, oh the summer nights

Tell me more, tell more, did you get very far

Tell me more, tell more, like does he have a car

I took her bowling in the arcade

We went strolling, drank lemon-aid

We made out under the dock

We stayed out till ten o clock

Tell me more, tell me more, but you don’t gotta brag

Tell me more, tell me more, cause he sounds like a drag