It was a hot afternoon The last day of june, And the sun was a demon. The clouds were afraid. One ten in the shade, And the pavement was steaminâ.
I told billy ray In his red chevrolet I needed time for some thinkinâ. He was just passing by When I caught that boyâs eye, And I swore it was winkinâ.
I was thirty-one, He was seventeen. He knew nothing about love. I knew everything. But he sat right down On the front porch swing, And I wondered what the Coming night would bring.
Sun closed my eyes, Climbed to the skies. It was starting to swelter. The sweat trickled down The front of my gown. I thought it would melt me.
I threw back my hair Like he wasnât there And I sipped, oooh, something coolinâ. My shoulders bare, He tried not to stare, Whoa, but I knew I wasnât foolinâ.
I looked deep into those eyes of blue, I said, "boy, I know youâre young, Donât know what to say or do. But stay with me âtil the sun goes away And I will chase the boy in you away!"
Guess you know why That kid caught my eyes, Oooh, and why the memory still lingers. Go back in my mind To the very first time, Ooh-ooh-ooh, I felt the touch of somebodyâs fingers. I go back in my mind To the very first time Oh, I felt the touch of somebodyâs fingers. And go, go back in my mind To the very first time I felt . . .
I go back in my mind To the very first time I felt the touch Of somebodyâs fingers. The first time. The first time.