x2

Children need to play, 

the heat brings people out. 

Smoked meat billows from sweating brows.

Mixed with a high note, 

In the heat.

Maybe it was the roses?

Something sweet. 

Starts out of line, 

In the fields,

Where I've been before. 

Two times. 

3 times. 

& Im never going back again.

Sugar or their hue?

Told a tale of a happier time. 

love me x2.