Those trainers and rolled up jeans No make up on, she looks good to me I want her, I need her And her back hits the covers, it's 2 am I swear to God that I love her And I want her, she's for me She wears hats above her ears Oh God, I want her here She wears hats above her ears Oh God, I want her here I saw you with him again, you looked happier than me I'm just moving on without you, without you You've grown your hair out long and I know you're happier than me I'm just writing songs about girls with short hair She wears hats above her ears Oh God, I want her here She wears hats above her ears Oh God, I want her here Do you remember those nights last summer? Do you remember what I said? I remember how I felt last summer and I didn’t want it to end