Not even the sun comes around every day
But she was around all the time every way
Fresh as a subtle breeze from an ocean spray
She lived a few more than twenty summers of a life
He’s seen a few more counting hers almost twice
But he could not resist the friendly hello in her eyes
What should he do about it, God let him know
She was so new about it, God let him know
Hug her from behind about it, God let him know
Makin’ up his mind about it, God let him know
Taste her perfume about it, God let him know
Her first day of June about it, God let him know