Lyrics:

It's the fame that holds you in vain
but in your letter it's playing your game

It's so hard when love gets dark, in the summertime
and I got a bird, here in my ear,
telling me stories all made by fears who will come true
when you get old, just pray

And I just got it all
from Mr. feeling wrong with money
and I'm gonna tell you one thing now...

The last time infected me
The last time infected me
The last time infected me so good
The last time infected me
The last time infected me
The last time infected me so good

Now it's cold and you're always involved
into this song all made by code
isn't it sad, oh so sad
when I've written it

A tutor of mine, coverover
laying all sleeping in the sand,
isn't it hard when love gets hard,
in the summertime

And I just got it all
from Mr. feeling wrong with money
and I'm gonna tell you one thing now...

The last time infected me
The last time infected me
The last time infected me so good
The last time infected me
The last time infected me
The last time infected me so good

oh so good, oh so good, oh so good, oh so good, oh so good, oh so good