I listened to your record and it made me want to jump out a window But in a good way Dad was yelling at you to come to dinner, oh With his uptight new fiancée
You said you didn't even know you were sad But the singer made you realize that lovin's a drag You started dressing in black and stopped shaking hands You and I we get along so we stayed friends Come back from the city, shop at secondhand And bring me a t-shirt of our favorite band
You had a little gang down at the cemetery All caught in ??? write the poetry But they couldn't write their way out of a dictionary You couldn't wait to pack up and go
We were in a happy stage, until you read ??? at too early an age You started dressing in black and stopped shaking hands You and I we get along so we stayed friends Come back from the city, shop in secondhand And bring me an 8-track of our favorite band
You and I didn't have an 8-track player, but we imagined it would sound something like this
If we were competing in a race to hell You'd want to win the bronze, silver and the gold as well You hate most everything and everyone But you and I get along under the Sackville SunTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
