[Intro - slap bass alone, four bars] [Verse 1 - half-spoken, rhythmic] Sidewalk steaming, tar on my shoes Half a melon and a bag of cherries to lose Girl on the fire escape painting her nails Whole block humming like a cage of nightingales Radio preacher selling me a crown Twelve dollars left and the sun coming down [Pre-Chorus - bass only, voice tightens] Nobody told me it would taste like this [Chorus - melodic, stacked harmonies] Summer got teeth, summer got time Bite down, bite down Everything I own fits in a line Slow down, slow down Summer got teeth [Verse 2 - half-spoken] Bus brakes crying on the avenue Kid on a milk crate with a tambourine too Old man dancing like he lost a bet Shirt full of holes and he ain't finished yet I got a pocket full of nothing much Cheapest kind of luck is the kind you touch [Pre-Chorus] Nobody told me it would taste like this [Chorus - melodic, stacked harmonies] Summer got teeth, summer got time Bite down, bite down Everything I own fits in a line Slow down, slow down Summer got teeth [Bridge - clean guitar, one voice, almost whispered] There's a hole in the screen where the evening gets in There's a hole in the screen Let it in, let it in [Chorus - everything, full harmonies] Summer got teeth, summer got time Bite down, bite down Everything I own fits in a line Slow down, slow down Summer got teeth Summer got teeth [Outro - guitar solo over the groove]
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