Frankie had this old two door An Oldsmobile seventy-four It rode six inches off the ground It must have weighed ten thousand pounds But when Frank left it just broke down Like our young hearts
We worked together every day And rode together every night We kept the cooler in the trunk full We spent our summers in that car It was our bedroom and our bar Like our young hearts
And we're riding In that beat up car Just riding With our swollen hearts Yeah, I'm missin' I miss that beat up car Like our young hearts I think about it still
Like how we'd drive All night Driving after dark Gonna meet our girlfriends at the park And then we'd go Riding... Riding for the sake of riding We're riding for the sake of riding Riding for the sake riding Riding for the sake of...
Riding in that beat up car now Our young hearts, our young hearts swollen shut Well, I think that I think that mine is still now I think you, I think you miss it too Like my young heart Like your young, young heartTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
