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• Artiste: Bette Midler
• Titre: Summer
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It was a hot afternoonthe last day of June,and the sun was a demon.The clouds were afraid.One ten in the shade,and the pavement was steamin'.I told Billy Rayin his red chevroletI needed time for some thinkin'.He was just passing bywhen I caught that boy's eye,and I swore it was winkin'.I was thirty-one,he was seventeen.He knew nothing about love.I knew everything.But he sat right downon the front porch swing,and I wondered what thecoming night would bring.Sun closed my eyes,climbed to the skies.It was starting to swelter.The sweat trickled downthe front of my gown.I thought it would melt me.I threw back my hairlike he wasn't thereand I sipped, oooh, something coolin'.My shoulders bare,he tried not to stare,whoa, but I knew I wasn't foolin'.I looked deep into those eyes of blue,I said, "Boy, I know you're young,don't know what to say or do.But stay with me 'til the sun goes awayand I will chase the boy in you away!"Guess you know whythat kid caught my eyes,oooh, and why the memory still lingers.Go back in my mindto the very first time,ooh-ooh-ooh, I felt the touch of somebody's fingers.I go back in my mindto the very first timeoh, I felt the touch of somebody's fingers.And go, go back in my mindto the very first time I felt . . .I go back in my mindto the very first timeI felt the touchof somebody's fingers.The first time.The first time.