Ay-ay-ay, there's a magic boy Sitting on the front steps near his dad's old Mustang Ford Where a love that used to live ain't anymore Ay-ay-ay, goes the magic boy
Taking the heat on, of a West Texas July Burning the freeway in with the dusty night Home in his new Ford, everything that's left too fast Not meant to last
Ay-ay-ay, there's the magic boy Sitting on the front steps of old hook and letter four Wooden fires out in a heart one once adored Ay-ay-ay, goes the magic boy
Taking the heat on, of a West Texas July Burning the freeway in with the dusty night Home in his new Ford, everything that's left too fast Not meant to last
Taking his top down, he put a star on scenic drive Cooling his hands from the rusty firefight One of these days everything that's left too fast Will come back at last Will come back at lastTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
