In this house surrounded by palm treesI've lost the picture from my walletThe picture's mudded and full of kissesI tried to bite her, for a perfect passionShe's been on the [...] in a plastic suitcaseSo I look around for the red-blue rosesThen I try to see her, in the taste of peachesI know she's waiting for my summer lettersIt's my perfect summerMy perfect summerOut in the summer, I know I'm a seekerWatch out the window, I'm sleeping and dreamingBack of a postcard, I know she's been waitingI know she's waiting for my summer rosesIt's my perfect summerMy perfect summerIt is my perfect summerMy perfect summer [repeat 8]