Boy from Charlevoix Turn up your rock 'n' roll noise Cause I was the least remarkable part of your story Borderline boring And you had me sold but another had a hold on me Boy from Charlevoix
You came to the Blue Ridge, from Panama West I was long-haired and lovely, liked the way you dressed You had boo ties in the color of my eyes And you came as quite the surprise
You were walkin' the line at the end of a tail of a dog with a bone Gettin' used to bein' alone You had walkin' shoes and plenty of booze to go around Nothing to lose, no high water for me to drown
It was plain to see, you had good taste From the gals that you kissed, to the minutes that didn't go to waste You were vinyl, cigarettes, and tunes You were starin' at the moon but I was lookin' at you
Boy from Charlevoix Turn up your rock 'n' roll noise Cause I was the least remarkable part of your story Borderline boring And you had me sold but another had a hold on me Boy from Charlevoix You had me sold but another had a hold on me Boy from CharlevoixTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.