I cannot wait for summer
I cannot wait for June
When all the ghosts are quiet
When everything is new

Her voice to me, "He's always asking for a dance"
She said "I hate his moves"
Hands under her legs, "His hands, always in my hand"
She said "I hate those moves"

I scan the room, I see a clock
Your eyes are closed
It's getting dark
Is it over?

I turn my head
I climb the stairs
And try to feel like no one's there
Is it over?

I cannot wait for summer
I cannot wait for June
When all the ghosts are quiet
When everything is new

Her face to me, I see she's asking for a dance
You know she loves my moves
Her hands around my waist, my arms around her back
You know she loves my moves

The quiet moon
The evening draw
I've never felt so wild at all
Is it over?

The boy who sits across from me
Just turns his head and doesn't see
'Til it's over

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Writer(s): GEORGE WEISS, HUGO PERETTI, LUIGI CREATORE