Still awake, early Sunday morning Time for jazz and cigarettes Half past seven, sitting on the curb Empty rum and lemonade bottles Don't make me cry You left with no goodbye At least I'm not afraid As long as I have my lemonade Eating ice cubes on your sofa Bare-chested, black leather jacket An Indian Summer song playing Lighting another one Don't make me cry You left with no goodbye At least I'm not afraid As long as I have my lemonade Now, don't make me sad You left with no regrets At least I'm not afraid 'Cause I still have my lemonade Yeah, I still have my lemonade