Summer ( The First Time )

It was a hot afternoon
the last day of June,
and the sun was a demon.
The clouds were afraid.
One ten in the shade,
and the pavement was steamin'.

I told Billy Ray
in his red chevrolet
I needed time for some thinkin'.
He was just passing by
when I caught that boy's eye,
and I swore it was winkin'.

I was thirty-one,
he was seventeen.
He knew nothing about love.
I knew everything.
But he sat right down
on the front porch swing,
and I wondered what the
coming night would bring.

Sun closed my eyes,
climbed to the skies.
It was starting to swelter.
The sweat trickled down
the front of my gown.
I thought it would melt me.

I threw back my hair
like he wasn't there
and I sipped, oooh, something coolin'.
My shoulders bare,
he tried not to stare,
whoa, but I knew I wasn't foolin'.

I looked deep into those eyes of blue,
I said, ";Boy, I know you're young,
don't know what to say or do.
But stay with me 'til the sun goes away
and I will chase the boy in you away!";

Guess you know why
that kid caught my eyes,
oooh, and why the memory still lingers.
Go back in my mind
to the very first time,
ooh-ooh-ooh, I felt the touch of somebody's fingers.
I go back in my mind
to the very first time
oh, I felt the touch of somebody's fingers.
And go, go back in my mind
to the very first time I felt . . .

I go back in my mind
to the very first time
I felt the touch
of somebody's fingers.
The first time.
The first time.