Getting your feet wet With approaching summer In pictures of reflective oceans A blinding sun Yet still you whisper It's only a picture They're only pictures Twisted, skewed and faded The smoke between my mouth And the summer is late Yet my feel still burn on pavement Leaving me moaning It's only a whisper And the summer is late I'm not your weekday girl anymore No more it's Tuesday night, I'm bored Let's get some cold shots babe And do sneak into that park I can't go all night like before Trust me when I say I'm bored I smoke some weed and stare at the floor We lack that self-control Let's pick up lots more blow Fuck work I'll sleep when I'm dead More dingers tonight in my mixed drink More dingers tonight in my beer I'm not your weekday girl anymore No more it's Tuesday night I'm bored We lack that self-control Let's pick up lots more blow Fuck work I'll sleep when I'm dead