oh sarah,    aaaall the time i dream of you    your blonde curls, red red lips    the way we kissed in jackson square    the trombones, pigeons    yellow streetlights there    but oh, to see you through    the dirty plexiglass:    it's cold in the summer,    cold in the spring    i surely loved you.    your high sweet laugh above the engine's roar    when we drove down over into mexico    made you jump with the cold beer bottle    on your tan and blue dressed leg    i always thought you looked like    a seal in the water    it's cold in the summer,    cold in the spring.