Seven weeks until the summer. My nights are long and sober. Everybody's going out and I'm left all alone.. Is something wrong? Am I contagious?. Working for minimum wages. Been flipping burgers now for ages. While my friends are home.. Hello can I take your order please?. Yes I'm a loser.. Seven weeks of fries with extra cheese. Then I'm all done.. It won't be long. Sunglasses on. It feels so wrong when summer's gone.. We'll sing this song. Dance all night long.. . - Gabriela;