Haven't got the time for vain excuses

Let me lead you to the cool spring bubbling

There we linger 'til you fill right up

Parted lips instead of paper cups.

Long lashes curling on your cheek

Hide your gaze so I don't catch you looking at me

Spreading out into the tiny space

Emanating from your sweet embraces.

But I feel your burning look

Oh my god, it feels so good

Oh yeah...

Sweet summer morning early in july

Sweet summer morning when you made me your wife.

Doesn't matter if we're rich or poor

The less we have, it makes me love you all the more

I'm not waiting for some twist of fate

To tell me that our lives interlacing.

But I feel your burning look

Oh my god, it feels so good

Oh yeah...

I'll wear the dress that my sister made

And the blunt haircut your dull scissors gave me.

Sweet summer morning early in july

Sweet summer morning when you made me your wife

Sweet summer morning early in july

Sweet summer morning when you made me your wife

Sweet summer morning early in july

Sweet summer morning when you made me your wife.