Play it cool and on time In the gallery light Onstage with your crush
Kick it outside in the rain Clutching our instruments He says that you sing
And when you do are you an alto? Do you dance or stare? Do you see him or what?
One more face I might forget In the crowd with cigarettes— Why ask for so much?
Oh, jukebox cutie hanging around Silver necklace in her mouth Thinking on what song might come next “Choose a classic”, she requests
With an opening act like that is the stage set, The action, a script?
I'd be untrue if I sung to you At all of cruel love Of conquest with time
But I remember leaning near in a window Pilsner and clove The party had thinned
Celebrating someone that we both loved And getting close To that song we'd both know
Oh, jukebox cutie playing around Silver necklace hanging down Thinking on what song might come next; What's your favorite? What's the best? Jukebox cutie I'm seeing now Laughing cross-legged on her couch I'm thinking on that song:
Who am I to refuse a friend? The no-sound of record needle descending Who am I to them in the end, if not a special friend, someone to sing with?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.