Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Summertime joy
Is all around me
I got me a brand new boy
Who entertains me
We lie on the beach
And we mess up the sheets
And it tastes like coca cola
Just like coca cola
He tastes like coca cola do
Summertime bliss
Has finally found me
His tongue on my quivering lips
Sweeter than candy
We kiss on the pier
I nibble on his ear
And he tastes like coca cola
Just like coca cola
He tastes like coca cola do
He's better than a cup
Of chocolate covered cherry love
Smooth as a whiskey cream
Satisfaction guaranteed
Summertime
Summertime joy
Summer time madness
Got a little hot bed and breakfast
He's the melting butter underneath
My jam
He's my favorite toy
So bottoms up boy
Cause yeah, ya taste like coca cola
Just like coca cola
You taste
Like coca cola do