Where you go in the summertime?
Oh, garçonova
Up the coast where they wait in line?
But you don't like anyone to hold you
All those nights to find
Something wrong if it's painted white
All those nights to find
There's no such thing as perfection
Oh, and it's emasculating
And it's intimidating
Oh, and it's intoxicating
To be in love with you man
Oh, yeah
To be in love with you man
Oh, yeah
Where you go in the summertime?
Oh, garçonova
Up the coast where they wait in line?
But you don't like anyone to hold you