He wants, he wants to be like the model men On the flatscreen TV Stevie tell them your name, boy
She thinks, she thinks she's in love with Tracy Girls on the magazines waving Calling your name, girl
Never gonna let it out, Then you're never gonna live it down You've been hurt before No more chances at your door
Crying, crying ain't something that he can do Not then and not now it's taboo Show them your face boy Kindness, kindness ain't something she wants to give Their loose old descriptions of women You weren't born in a kitchen girl
Never gonna let it go, Then you're never gonna really know You've been hurt before No more chances at your door
It was you, you You were on my mind You were there that night It was you, you
Drinking Coca-Cola, forest green Corolla I don't want to lie to you Burning down the freeway, listening to Coltrane Coffee in the late afternoon I can still remember the freckles on your shoulder Sunlight on your first tattoo Calling on a favor on this piece of paper Do you want it like I do? It was you, it was you You were on my mind You were there that night It was you, it was youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
