Sea Glass

Mommy mommy, look it's sea glass
I didn't hate her, (who,) i didn't hate her
Oh the girl with the poetry
I don't know this women was so amazing
She was like this bossy bitch
And the minute she went to, to read her poetry
The thing that irritated me most about her was
She had this big portfolio that she brought with her
Are you happy in the summer time
Are you happy in the summer time
Just --her being was irritating
Just her presence the minute i met her
Hand moved as she did her poetry, her poetry,her polish poetry
So we're all like waiting to hear this polish poetry
Like if she's going to translate something out of something
And she went on three minutes on polish
Huh, huh
Then i woke up in the morning
Long legs and candlelight
She will be mine tonight
Are you happy in the summer time
Are you happy in the summer time
I've seen you walking, seen you walking
Seen you walking, seen you walking
Pictures upon a screen
In someone else's dream
You will be mine tonight
Walking into my dream, into my dream
Are you happy in the summer time
Are you happy in the summer time
You will be mine tonight
Walking into my dream, my dream
Mommy mommy, look it's sea glass
She was like this bossy bitch
All the other readers
You know brought their papers and just small pieces
Small pieces ..she was amazing