We're cool for the summer Just something that we wanna try 'Cause you and I Got my mind on your body And your body on my mind Got a taste for the cherry I just need to take a bite Take me down into your paradise

Loving you was young, and wild, and free Loving you was cool, and hot, and sweet Loving you was sunshine, safe and sound A steady place to let down my defenses But loving you had consequences Dirty tissues, trust issues Glasses on the sink, they didn't

I was sittin' pretty cool country boy Looking big city She was up for some down home back road nitty gritty Hottest girl in the whole county sitting next to me Sittin' pretty She was sittin' pretty close I was getting warmer She was all chery lips

3 cool chicks 3 cool cats Parked on the corner in a beat up car Devourin' up a liquor candy bar Talkin' all about how sharp they are These 3 cool cats Walkin' down the street just swingin' their hips Spinnin' up a bag of potato chips And 3 cool cats did

Oh won't you settle me down The coolest fever in my blood A man's blood runs hot As high as the temple will go Though we can deny our nature, baby It makes us less in control There's a beautiful lady who breaks in the sand

Let it roll, let it Let it go, let it go Let it rock, yeah You got to let it rock, come on Slow down, hold on Cool woman, cool eyes You got me hypnotized Let it roll, yeah just let it go

Drop another daffodil We can push on through till morning Sail right off the map until morning Run your fingers down the cool underbelly of the blue evening Crank that vapor-wagon Start that kick dragon beating Step out on the patio Follow where your

I'm so tired We are not cool no mo' as far as I can see You kicked me down I've fallen, I'm crawlin' It's all your fault Of all the problems you've been causin' me Mo' money, mo' problems it is Now I'm back to writin' my lyrical novel again I'm holdin'

A mustard seed is (has been said) All that men will need A filthy boy in a Bowery lane Under the times in a drowning rain Stealing bits of sleep again Has heard this common creed Grows into the tallest tree To cool down the sinner's heat I know this man,

Cool down your temper...Mr. Cop We're just licking a cup I said, Cool Down now Said we are just sipping a cup Please Mr. Cop....Cool down now Please Mr. Cop ....Down to the ground Hear me when I say, I said Cool down now