[Intro]
[Upbeat acoustic guitar strumming]
[Playful, chirping 70s sawtooth synthesizer melody]

[Verse 1]
[Female Vocal]
My thermometer tells a story,
And it isn't just the heat.
I’m reading numbers in the hallway,
Trying to keep my cool, so sweet.
But darling, you’re a weather pattern,
Circling my front door.

[Pre-Chorus]
[Banjo plucking, light and bouncy]
The mercury is climbing high,
Spilling out across the floor.
(Oh, what a mess)

[Chorus]
Your presence in my life is like,
Some overbearing wet bulb humidity.
I’m sticky, sweet, and hazy,
Lost in a dream of pure stupidity.
[Synthesizer sparkle]
It’s a tropical, logical, glitchy kind of bliss,
Just like the summer, sealed with a kiss.

[Verse 2]
[Whimsical electronic bleeps]
The radio is playing static,
In a retro-futuristic tune.
I’m wearing nothing but a raincoat,
Underneath the paper moon.
You’re a vapor, you’re a ghost,
You’re a dew-point in my brain.

[Pre-Chorus]
[Banjos and synths intertwining]
The barometer is spinning ‘round,
Drowning in this warm terrain.
(Oh, wash me away)

[Chorus]
Your presence in my life is like,
Some overbearing wet bulb humidity.
I’m sticky, sweet, and hazy,
Lost in a dream of pure stupidity.
[Synthesizer slide]
It’s a tropical, logical, glitchy kind of bliss,
Just like the summer, sealed with a kiss.

[Bridge]
[Tempo slows slightly]
[Dreamy, reverb-heavy vocals]
Oh... I’m thick with the air of you.
Soaking in the neon dew...
(breathy: I can't breathe)
(giggles)

[Guitar and Banjo solo, fast and cartoonish]

[Chorus]
Your presence in my life is like,
Some overbearing wet bulb humidity.
I’m sticky, sweet, and hazy,
Lost in a dream of pure stupidity.
It’s a tropical, logical, glitchy kind of bliss,
Just like the summer, sealed with a kiiiiiiss.

[Outro]
[Synthesizer chirps fading out]
[Acoustic guitar final chord]
[Spoken: Pop!]
