Met her at guitar shop. On Santa Monica and 7th Street. The salesman tried to get my attention. To sell me a Mexican Fender. She came to get her 10 000 steps. And hang out with her boyfriend. But I was only trying to get to know her. So I took her out to the ocean. It was hot hot 100 degrees. But she only went in up to her knees. She didn't want to take off her jeans. 'Cause that would be insane. My summer love. My summer love. Oh she loves me she loves me she loves me not. Oh she loves me she loves me she loves me not. She got a bachelor's degree in physics. And a job in computer programming. That's pretty cool for a singer in a band. So I knew we would end up jamming. Later that night we went to a gig. And she asked for some advice. "What do you do with your hands when you're singing. Do you just hold onto the mic? ". It was hot hot 100 degrees. And the trash overflowed out on the street. The heart-breaking DJ stepped to me. But I just couldn't get enough. Of my summer love. My summer love. Oh she loves me she loves me she loves me not. Oh she loves me she loves me she loves me not. Gonna fly so high. To a place that we have never seen. Ever since you came 'round. In a green CT and faded jeans. I got a cozy pad around the corner. Slide a little closer. My summer love. My summer love. Oh she loves me she loves me she loves me not. Oh she loves me she loves me she loves me not. Oh she loves me she loves me she loves me not. Oh she loves me she loves me she loves me not