Darlin', under summer's blazing sun,
I begged you, apply sunscreen,a thousand and one!
But you, like a lobster, turned red instead,
Who knew SPF could fill you with dread?
In the heat of our summer escapade,
We sizzled like bacon, oh what a charade!
Wrapped in your arms, feeling the heat,
I swear, my dear, it's not a treat!
No cloud dared to shade our burning skin,
No bird sang a song that wasn't a din,
In this season of sunburn, you and me,
Made a love story, a comedy, you see!
And then he said, let's make a pact,
In this summer love, we'll protect our backs!
And if we turn into crispy fries,
At least we'll have laughter, under the skies!
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