Sea Glass

Mommy mommy, look it's sea glass

I didn't hate her, (who,) i didn't hate her

Oh the girl with the poetry

I don't know this women was so amazing

She was like this bossy bitch

And the minute she went to, to read her poetry

The thing that irritated me most about her was

She had this big portfolio that she brought with her

Are you happy in the summer time

Are you happy in the summer time

Just --her being was irritating

Just her presence the minute i met her

Hand moved as she did her poetry, her poetry,her polish poetry

So we're all like waiting to hear this polish poetry

Like if she's going to translate something out of something

And she went on three minutes on polish,

Huh, huh

Then i woke up in the morning

Long legs and candlelight

She will be mine tonight

Are you happy in the summer time

Are you happy in the summer time

I've seen you walking, seen you walking,

Seen you walking, seen you walking,

Pictures upon a screen

In someone else's dream

You will be mine tonight

Walking into my dream, into my dream

Are you happy in the summer time

Are you happy in the summer time

You will be mine tonight

Walking into my dream, my dream

Mommy mommy, look it's sea glass

She was like this bossy bitch

All the other readers,

You know brought their papers and just small pieces,

Small pieces ..she was amazing