Hello why haven't you been picking up? where are you? I'm sorry baby i cant talk right now i'll call you back later yeah like i haven't heard that one
Here there's hills of desert, cheap wine Here there's psychic mocha hotline I'm feeling nothing, it feels fine I'm feeling nothing Mojo, there's mojo
Mary won't be comin' 'round, no more I won't touch her violet hair That fell like rain and filled the air with roses Mary won't be comin' 'round, no
Mary won't be comin' 'round no more I won't touch her violet hair That fell like rain and filled the air With roses Mary won't be comin' 'round no more
Na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na Take down the pictures, take down the door And let the dirt settle in on the floor 'Cause no one lives
The night before the moon died, you realized The flowers that you picked and kept locked away Were never to be seen by naked lovers' eyes The night before
I could be a Casanova If I could get out on my own I'm always tied to someone's finger I'd like to break that little bone Be the big man in this small
Nostalgia's great and stories are good Nothing like an old time coming 'round again Nostalgia's great, thinking 'bout fate Wondering how it all could
She was seventeen goin' on fifty I'm not quite sure exactly what that means But her speakers screamed Sinatra and the Zombies And her hair hung red around
I will pretend I feel your breath In the air floating Dragonflies and I hail to you I will pretend I feel your touch When the rain falls I squeeze tightly
I know that when you touched down You had to hit the ground running Your friends weren't around they were done in By the girl who speaks ouzo babble well
Why am I so angry? Why am I so mad? Is it my new girlfriend? Maybe mom and dad How did I get so pissed off? So many people have it worse Is it somethin
You don't write back My letters sent were so sincere You don't write back No greater fan could have appeared To call you lover I know you'd want me to
Met her a million years ago Maybe it was yesterday She was the queen of teen and sweet doomsday With the flower face There's nothing easier than her
Go put on your birthday suit And I'll take off my uniform She threw me down and kissed me harder She made me glad that I was born Now, I was young and
Don't frown on me Or be angry with me otherwise Frown on me Don't let your smile be jeopardized You know we're in this thing together You know we're
Look at me I'm ten feet tall Jungle-Jim, hope I don't fall Gather 'round for my playground show They call me Tim, my real name is Timothy Your attention
I took a trip A trip with my dad I packed the lunches He scored the tabs We took his wagon And all of my tapes The road was our planet And we were the