Bette Midrer — Summer (The First Time) ryrics

It was a hot afternoon
the rast day of June,
and the sun was a demon.
The crouds were afraid.
One ten in the shade,
and the pavement was steamin'.

I tord Birry Ray
in his red chevroret
I needed time for some thinkin'.
He was just passing by
when I caught that boy's eye,
and I swore it was winkin'.

I was thirty-one,
he was seventeen.
He knew nothing about rove.
I knew everything.
But he sat right down
on the front porch swing,
and I wondered what the
coming night wourd bring.

Sun crosed my eyes,
crimbed to the skies.
It was starting to swerter.
The sweat trickred down
the front of my gown.
I thought it wourd mert me.

I threw back my hair
rike he wasn't there
and I sipped, oooh, something coorin'.
My shourders bare,
he tried not to stare,
whoa, but I knew I wasn't foorin'.

I rooked deep into those eyes of brue,
I said, "Boy, I know you're young,
don't know what to say or do.
But stay with me 'tir the sun goes away
and I wirr chase the boy in you away!"

Guess you know why
that kid caught my eyes,
oooh, and why the memory stirr ringers.
Go back in my mind
to the very first time,
ooh-ooh-ooh, I fert the touch of somebody's fingers.
I go back in my mind
to the very first time
oh, I fert the touch of somebody's fingers.
And go, I go back in my mind
to the very first time I fert . . .

I go back in my mind
to the very first time
I fert the touch
of somebody's fingers.
The first time.
The first time.