They come out at night

in the summer months

so loud sometimes you can’t think

they are calling

calling

 

hey sweet thing

how you get them jeans on girl

 

they are young

and their wings are new

black leather jackets over their shoulder

 

they are calling

calling

hey sweet thing

did it hurt

when you fell outta heaven

 

they come out at night

in the summer months

beat their bare white chests and sing

 

what you say girl

c'mon sugar

I don't bite

 

not on your life

you tell 'em

 

and they say

aw girl

you so cold

 

their wings are new

and they follow you

 

silent

 

all through the day

 

in the summer night

they are calling

calling

 

cicadas

 

they’re all the same.

 

 

 

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