Sun shinin' bright blue skies up above Strollin' through the city of brotherly love Yeah, Third and South where she hangs out When she strolls by all the fellas call and shout for her
I cut across the street, her eyes don't meet She strolls by, she don't give me the eye She don't turn her head Yeah, she's sassy, she's brassy, above all she's classy She's put together like an Austin Healy chassis with a tan She's always grand Talkin' bout Luann
She's alright alone, she don't need company Miss Luann never, ever, ever looks twice at me I don't turn her head Yeah, she ain't been to college But she's been to school And she knows how to wear those FM shoes Yes, she can I'd give a grand Just to meet Luann Woo
At the weekend dance she shows up late The fellas stand around, they just can't wait for her Yeah, but they ain't got a chance She don't give them a glance Don't you know Luann is just too cool too dance Too bad Talkin' bout LouannTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
