Young girl Reading her magazines And cutting out the pictures of the places That make her dream
She don't miss a thing Up on the latest rage And I find myself Losing her page by page
She's young America And she needs feeling free Sweet young America What's she doing here with me
Her soft brown hair don't go with gray She's full of life and I've seen my day And young America She needs feeling free
Seems like only yesterday She climbed up on my knee And said Daddy, will you tell me How much you really love me
And I remember through tearstained eyes Standing at the door while waving good-bye Young America demands being free Young America I wish I could beTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
