I’m the Berlin Wall, I’m a communist
You’re a wrecking ball in a summer dress
You’re the horizon line, I’m the last sunset
I might be going down but I’m not set yet
I’m as white as a ghost, digging foolish gold
I will man my post but I won’t do as I’m told
I’ve got a purple heart from a bloody war
I can’t take it anymore, more, more
They say that good things come to those who wait
But if you snooze then you lose
So don’t hesitate

Outta sight, outta mind, outta luck, outta wine
Don’t you say that I’m out of my fucking mind
I’ve been talking trash but it ain’t my fault
Every time I move somebody’s in my spot

You’ve got nowhere to go
I know, I know, I know
It’s only you and me
But good things come in three

You be April Stevens, I’ll be April Wine
You be Israel, I will be Palestine
Come on “Teach Me Tiger”, come on and show me tricks
Let me take my time and take a couple lazy licks

Are you feeling blue?
Through & through & through
Where we find you now?
Around, around, around

All the dirty blondes, playing blue-eyed soul
You won’t hear our songs on your radio
Every note we sing can’t be solid gold
Every boy can’t be Romeo

They say that good things come
To those who wait
Good things come
If you take the bait
In a rummage sale
At the Sally Ann!
Everything is cheap
Love should last a life
Or at least a year!
But it lasts a week
I’m the Berlin Wall
And that ain’t all!
I’m a total mess
You’re a wrecking ball
I’m a wrecking ball!
In a summer dress

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