I know the time has come
When weather has gone, summer to autumn.
As I drive home, the heater on,
Windows rolled up, as I sing that old song.
The one about the pretty girl
She was at an airport, with her pretty curls.
The summer is leaving now,
Coming to a close, baby take a bow.
And oh how you've changed my life,
So let's keep this goodbye from ever coming.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I cannot say it enough. I love you.
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