by Dean Friedman
Even our old friends who should`ve known better
They said, "She`s heading for ruin. Turn away and forget her?"
But they don`t know you like I do. They don`t love you.
You can let down your hair.
You can let down your hair.
You can let down your hair.
The summer`s over.
You ask why I need you. I have my reasons.
The stars have the sun, but they never have seasons.
Here, I brought some things to read. Here`s my good deed.
You can let down your hair.
You can let down your hair.
You can let down your hair.
The summer`s over.
Helper of angels, wretched and vile.
His only defense a perpetual smile.
Something must have gone awry. Please don`t ask why.
You can let down your hair.
You can let down your hair.
You can let down your hair.
The summer`s over.