Summertime, And the livin' is easy Fish are jumpin' And the cotton is high Your daddy's rich And your mamma's good lookin' So hush little baby Don't
We have the chance to turn the pages over We can write what we wanna write We gotta make ends meet before we get much older We're all someone's daughter
Lady, I'm your knight in shining armor and I love you You have made me what I am and I am yours My love, theres so many ways I want to say I love you
This thing called love I just can't handle it this thing called love I must get round to it I ain't ready Crazy little thing called love This (This Thing