Mitt i natten.

Don’t go thinking you’re cool, don’t you, don’t you.
Don’t go thinking we’re through, don’t you, don’t you.
You need a flame before you fiddlle out.
So it don’t matter much anyhow, anymore.

‘Cause sugar,
One kiss don’t make a summer,
One kiss don’t make a summer,

But if that’s true,
Then tell me what I’m s’posed to do,
When the leaves start falling,
And I lose the pride that stops the aching inside showing through.
But I know if I can just last the winter,
Spring will bring hope renewed.

Don’t go thinking you’re funny, don’t you, don’t you.
My friends were right on the money ‘bout trusting you.
But I’m not bothered though, not today.
Just a p.s. on a postcard home, anyway.

‘Cause sugar,
One kiss don’t make a summer,
One kiss don’t make a summer,

But if that’s true,
Then tell me what I’m s’posed to do,
When the leaves start falling,
And I lose the pride that stops the aching inside showing through.
But I know if I can just last the winter,
Spring will bring hope but…

Round here, the only thing that ain’t blue is the sky.
Round here, there are places where the sunlight never shines.
And I’m tired of keeping composure, ‘cause I’m not supposed to feel sad,
When everybody’s telling me that:

One kiss don’t make a summer,
One kiss don’t make a summer,
One kiss don’t make a summer,
One kiss don’t make a summer,

But if that’s true,
Then tell me what I’m s’posed to do,
When the leaves start falling,
And I lose the pride that stops the aching inside showing through.

Darling, if that’s true,
Then tell me what I’m s’posed to do,
When the leaves start falling,
And I lose the pride that stops the aching inside showing through.

Tell me what I’m s’posed to do,
What am I supposed to do?
What am I supposed to do?
What am I supposed to do?