Walkin lonesome
Summer babe
Hear the weasel song start to play
Need a treat to cool this steel summer day
She hears whistles from the warehouse
"Cmon babe why don't you play?"
She laughs and walks away
Oh my God, man, look at them legs
A bitch like that has got to be home made
OH MY GOD, MAN, LOOK AT THEM LEGS
Struttin like the sun on a summer day
Her boyfriend's gotta be scared
I mean just look at the clothes she wears
She likes to be objectified
She don't care
Wonder if I gotta chance
To ask her to the dance
I'm sure she's a busy girl
But I could fit in her plans
I'm sure she's a busy girl
BUT I COULD FIT IN HER PANTS
Oh my God, man, look at them legs
A bitch like that has got to be home made
OH MY GOD, MAN, LOOK AT THEM LEGS
Meltin like ICE on a summer day
A churning indie-rock meditation on relationships and personal struggle from the New Jersey band, propelled by powerhouse vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 8, 2020