Wristband Summer

Yeah

Still got that paper on my wrist from last July

That summer heat is on my skin tonight

We're driving past the club under the amber light

I still hold on to that faded yellow band

(baila, baila)

Left the party early,

sitting in the car

Windows down, we watch

the taillights from afar

Spanglish on your lips,

the rhythm taking hold We traded all our gold

for stories never told

I feel the bounce of the asphalt hummin'

We hear the bass from the speakers comin' (dale)

That summer heat is on my skin tonight

We're driving past the club under the amber light

I still hold on to that faded yellow band

(baila,

baila)

Parking lot is packed but

we can stay right here In the glow of the dashboard,

keeping you near

Your touch is like the warmth that never fades away

We don't care what the morning has to say

Still

got the wristband on

(yeah, yeah) Under the headlights,

we fade into the dawn