Summers in Vegas

Summers in Vegas - Lolo Zouaï

Lyrics by：Lolo Zouaï/Stelios Phili

Composed by：Lolo Zouaï/Stelios Phili

Pour your wine in a red cup

I saw you hide it under the register

The desert strip is no place for a kid

Oh oh oh

Summers in Vegas were boring

My lucky days were when you would take me

To your pizza place in the morning

Oh oh

Pay me in fresh dough or Mexican Coke

Or take me home

You don't say you love me

Do you think about me

You don't say you love me

You don't say you love me

Do I make you happy

Staring down at the blue dots

Why do all the houses look the same

Cold cigarettes and money slots

Rolling the dice won't take your spot

Summers in Vegas were boring

My lucky days were when you would take me

To your pizza place in the morning

Oh oh

Pay me in fresh dough or Mexican Coke

Or take me home

You don't say you love me

Do you think about me

You don't say you love me

You don't say you love me

Do I make you happy

You don't say you love me

You don't say you love me

Do you think about me

Do you think about me

You don't say you love me

You don't say you love me

Do I make you happy

Summers in Vegas

All those

Summers in Vegas

Summers in Vegas