flashlight and tornadoes   cooling   uppity cadence   it's a bold move, little girl   that you're impressing   perhaps a stylus   or a curtain   would elude   from the truth   of our depth   a little longer   what a fortunate   collapse of dignity   has ensued   we bask   in the freedom   of our youth   a woman searches   for a man of clay   and golden light   that my name   displays on a marquee   of silent films   a man looks for   a woman of light blue clay   it's your summertime   skippity do skippity dee   doo rye yea   I saw us in there we were   in a gospel church   we broke down   at the dance the white chick   in black pants the deacon   blew the cap   right off my head   a congregation can lift   the boxes of this world   the flowers come   alive we do more   than just survive   it's your summertime   skippity do skippity dee   do rye yea   a woman searches   for a man of clay   and golden light   that my name   displays on a marquee   of silent films   a man looks for   a woman of light blue clay   it's your summertime   skippity do skippity dee   doo rye yea