Oh, don’t feel bad for me when you’re with us. Don’t know how we eat. Made it through the winter. Don’t feel bad for me when you kiss her, cuz I’m not sad. Did you think that I would cry myself away? They came up the lines and the message and Ray. I’d rather let the sun run the tears on my head days. Yeah, I’m not gonna cry my summer away. I’ll be getting a wavy baby with all my friends. Head in the clouds in my feet in the sense, oh, come September. Yeah, I’m not gonna cry myself away.