Summer Breeze (You Wanna Fuck Me) - Live in France
It started with my brother, first man I loved Or should I say that he loved me? I was in second grade, he was fourteen In the shady of the trees There was a summer breeze Whole thing's a blurry dream Behind the house, quiet as a mouse He told me not to even breathe A secret hard to keep I didn't know 'til thirteen By then I knew what to do Just an old routine Oh, the boys had a thing for me