time I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile So good to me, so right And how you held me in your arms that September night The first time you ever saw me cry Maybe
If you love me then I love you Swear by the freckles on the moon And maybe this will be enough I'd like to keep you 'till I'm old But if I can't at least
you think He's pleased When He looks down on us I wonder what He sees Do you think He'd think the things we do are a waste of time? Maybe He'd think
I don't want to argue about who is the victim 'Cause maybe we both got burned I don't want to talk about who is the traitor 'Cause both of our loyalties
our lives In the sweet summertime So sad but true (So true, so true) We must leave it behind in our hearts, in our minds From April through September
gold chains and a' I start drool But they can't jack me becuz I'm not Ja rule Nah rude boy what d'ya mean, what d'ya mean I was born on September the
eagles And the city of brother they love, now they looking up Birds of prey hovering above Packers again, hunting the big bird, how will ever stand ...? How ... or maybe
some weeks, maybe it was a hostage taken Some money making Jamaican High for thuggery disgrace on did him ugly, kicked his bloody face in Maybe he was
tears in her eyes as she's screaming goodbyes, I run 'long side the car turning numb to the sound. I notice a chill in the air, September is creeping
said just how I felt If I was a good listener Maybe you would still be here January came By April you have stayed June I was in heaven July was just the same September
December boys got it bad December boys got it bad September gurls I don't know why How can I deny what's inside Even though I'll keep away Maybe we
Could you wake me up when it's over? And maybe I'll sit this out, I think I know the score You read to me before, why wrap it up so precisely? I know
' The winds of winter rearranging All the leaves like fallin' queens of sorrow Could be the freezing rain a-fallin' Could be sad September callin' Or maybe
lives in the sweet summer time So sad but true(so true,so true) we must lieve it behind, in our hearts in our minds from April through September bitter
[Eyedea] I got a little story to tell See it was September 1st, 1999, the day of my death My back was on the cold concrete as I take my last breath Saw
It was a very cold September Colder than I'd ever care to make it I had a kind of empty feeling But no place to go where I could take it So I took a
big can he get I love, I love, I love my little dinosaur pet Every day, every day, every day, every day of the year Every day of the year May, maybe
a whirl I love, I love, I love my little calender girl Every day (Every day) Every day (Every day) Of the year (Every day of the year) (May) Maybe if