The Summer You Let Your Hair Grow Out
Chris Freeman / Jon Finoli
The summer you let your hair grow out
Hope hung heavy in the air
The summer you let you hair grow out
I thought you and me could get somewhere
Working in that big department store
Wishing we could spend our days outside
Taking our breaks at the same time
It felt more than friendship was on the line
Talking for hours upon end
I was someone you could relate to
Daily you were dripping king size clues
You had me going, I was going hard for you
Flirting till I could not resist
I made the move I'd so long wanted to
But finnaly you were just a tease
You led me on but wouldn't follow through