minus the bear
summer angel
When we made it to the garden, it was well past nine. Our hands came to agreement, as we walked in time. A jealous rose stole a thread from your skirted thigh. I clipped it quick with a flick of the switchblade knife. Of the switchblade knife Of the switchblade knife  That rose was so far in her hair, The shadow in the moonlight,  The hot summer night's right.  My summer angel keeps me on the run. My summer angel keeps me on the run. My summer angel keeps me on the run.  Poppies swayed while she spot on how she fell in love. When in Rome, c'est la vie, when overseas, however you want. We leaned closer and she finally threw me the life raft She pulled me in and kept me right until the night left.  Until the night left Until the night left  That rose was so far in her hair, The shadow in the moonlight,  The hot summer night's right.  My summer angel keeps me on the run. My summer angel keeps me on the run. My summer angel keeps me on the run.  And when her kisses came they laid down. And when my body moved, she made sound. And when she moved down, she made my back arch As I lay there in the moonlight dark.  She said  That rose was so far in her hair, The shadow in the moonlight,  The hot summer night's right.  My summer angel keeps me on the run. My summer angel keeps me on the run. My summer angel keeps me on the run.