Soft Summer Girls کے بول

I stole all her letters I stole all those poems they belong to a girl I used to know There's still music on Queen Street where all the young girls go I would rather be down there than to read these notes I praise all these soft summer girls they take me away from the one I used to know By the light of the kitchen I've been reading your notes I didn't notice I had forgotten the sound of your voice Are you still the same girl I used to know? do you still wake up early to write your poems? I praise all these soft summer girls they take me away from the one I used to know I praise all these soft summer girls all that's left now are summer girls