I would like to go to London I would like to go to Rome I would like to go to anywhere But home I would like to go to Richard I would like to go to Sue I would like to go to anyone But you Summer is a dressy girl Her perfume smells too strong Her make up is too bright Her laughter lasts too long I know I used to like her Don't know why she makes me blue The only thing I know is That it's not because of you Recalling your voice In the morning Recalling your out-of-bed hair Recalling your carefully calling my name Recalling it all Everywhere