Hello! I’ve come to serenade you. I can’t play guitar. I can’t play this either, but I thought it’d be less obvious.
I’ve got to get a girlfriend, just for the summer, until this wears off. She’ll be a summery girl. She’ll have hair. She’ll have summery friends who know how to be outside. She’ll play tennis and wear dresses and have bare feet, and in the autumn, I’ll ditch her, because she’s my summer girl!