"No, I don't," I tell her tongue  I tell her, still I drink it all  And now my head's so silver numb  I guess she's crystal clear    Cuz she's all a blur, playing quarter songs  And she keeps her eyes at the jukebox  on the needle til it falls    Summer doll, my will's so low  See her laughing on her own  See her dancing all alone, again  Tell my thoughts I will go home  Singing like a drunken dove  Dreaming like a bum in love again    Somewhere down her silver song  I saw her turn and gently gave around  My dumb eyes caught hers on me  then she turned her heels    We'll never go, cuz we couldn't talk  This silver date slips into the somber  waitress' last call    Summer doll, my will's so low  See her laughing on her own  See her dancing all alone, again  Tell my thoughts I will go home  Singing like a drunken dove  Dreaming like a bum in love again