Blow the dust off your granma's records let the music fill this place all the scratches and escapes reminisce on older days build the fire in the backyard roast the marshmallow till it's toast let the rising smoke remind us of the things that matter most
People say that we're old fashioned let them pan that we have no fun I don't care if they call us foolish I'd rather walk than have to run. They will say that we've got no passion no romance to show the world just two good old fashioned friendship built and love to last for me and my pretty girl
Get your keys and your picnic basket drive the truck till we get lost take some time to ask the questions help us see and count the costs turn the dial to your favourite station crack it up and sing along let the laughter and the dancing build the life we know we're strong
People say that we're old fashioned... /etc./
I wanna hold your hand I wanna kiss your lips I will wait till I can call you mine for keeps I wanna show my heart sweep you off your feet but I will wait till I can call you mine call you mine for keeps
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