I bet when I hold your hand the feeling makes you wanna holler and I bet when U C me dance you wished I was still your man. I bet when you dream of summer, you also dream of another romantic encounter, but baby I think you ought to know this soul brother don't love you like he did last summer.
I bet U think the hurt of last summer has healed over the long cold winter
and now spring has sprung you re-appear wearing UR smile disguised in the form of a magic wand, under layers of fake tan and smelling of Calvin Klein duty free and no doubt telling yourself, you are a real stunner. But unfortunately baby, UR devilish good looks no longer rattle this soul brother, so you'd better find another brother to hustle you mother.