Last days in LA you saved me baby from
Strange times
You catch me cooking in the kitchen, looking in
To the fire
Love we´ll probably make it burning at the stake, a step with me

Under the last palm tree and
Sip a little water from the dirty fountain, this´ll be
The sum of it all

Oh, oh, oh
Keep me on my tippy toe
Oh, oh
It´s 103 in the sun

You know what you got
Or what you want, but LA´s hotter
Seems to make you so damn low
You don´t know what you want
Or how to stop what LA´s got
What you seen in me before

But I, I

Blame it on the summer
Yeah I, I
Blame it on the summer
These nights we´ve been tearing are temporary, but
Spit shines
Surfing the current on an eighty-proof serpent, your
Red eyes
Love above the red and hot soaked up to the nights
Sitting on blocks and
Every elevator in the city says it´s going up
When it´s on the rocks and

Oh, oh
Keep me on my tippy toe
Oh, oh

It´s 103 in the sun

You know what you got
Or what you want, but LA´s hotter
Seems to make you so damn low
You don´t know what you want
Or how to stop what LA´s got
What you seen in me before

But I, I
Blame it on the summer
Yeah I, I
Blame it on the summer
Yeah I, I
Blame it on the summer
Yeah I, I
Blame it on the summer