Summer Of Love

What happened to the summer? We danced like were young. Ooh, that's a bummer. It feels like summer was my only lover. Now I'm working for a paycheck. No love in the mail. No flowers on the bricks yet. Memories in technicolor. Won't you paint a different picture, Lover? Aren't you tired of being boring? You could call her right now and let her In. We'll go back to how we used to Be, darling. Back to how we used to be. Summer of love. Summer of love. Now I'm working for paycheck. No love in the mail. No flowers on the bricks yet. Memories in technicolor. Won't you paint a different picture, Lover? What happened to the summer? We danced like we were young. Ooh, That's a bummer. It feels like summer was my only lover. Summer of love. Summer love.