When we made it to the garden it was well past nine
Our hands came to agreement as we walked in time
jealous rose stole a thread from the skirted thigh
I clipped it quick with a flick of the switchblade knife,
of the switchblade knife, of the switchblade knife

That rose was so fine in her hair
The shadow in the moonlight
The hot summer night's right

My summer angel keeps me on [bad word] My summer angel keeps me on [bad word] My summer angel keeps me on [bad word] 
Poppies swayed while she spun on how she fell in love
When in Rome c'est la vie when overseas however you want
We leaned closer and she finally threw me the life raft
She pulled me in and kept me right until the night left
Until the night left, until the night left

That rose was so fine in her hair
The shadow in the moonlight
The hot summer night's right

My summer angel keeps me on [bad word] My summer angel keeps me on [bad word] My summer angel keeps me on [bad word] 
And when her kisses came they rain down
And when my body moved she made sound
And when she moved down she made my back arch
As I lay there in the moonlight dark
She sang

That rose was so fine in her hair
The shadow in the moonlight
The hot summer night's right

My summer angel keeps me on [bad word] My summer angel keeps me on [bad word] My summer angel keeps me on [bad word] My summer angel