Wax Models Lyrics

There can only be one

There can only be summertime

Here it comes

Here comes the second time

There is always a plan

There is always a back and forth

Here it comes again

Here comes the third and fourth times

Buildings filled with pretty faces

Big cities with pretty places

I can't think of a single one to go

There's always room for more

Surrounded by the subtle warmth

Here it comes and the words don't rhyme

Here comes the last time

Buildings filled with pretty faces

Big cities with pretty places

I can't think of a single one to go

Cardboard cutouts and pretty face

Wax molds in pretty places

I can't think of a single one that I know