He realized that she was new 2 love Naive in every way Every schoolboy's fanstasy she was That's why he had 2 wait If he poured his heart into a glass And offered it like wine She could drink and be back in time for the morning papers
They could take a walk down the oceanside Make a wish on every wave They could find a carousel And ride or kiss in every cave They could contemplate the entire universe Or just one star Or just how far was the walk 4 the morning papers
Let me play it for u one time, oh oh Well Hey Shucks
Why is age more than a number when it comes 2 love? Should we ask the ones who speculate When they don't know what it's made of? Should we ask the moonlight on your face Or the raindrops in your hair Or should we ask the man who wrote it there in the morning papers?
Should we ask the moonlight on your face Or the raindrops in your hair Should we ask the man who wrote it there in the morning papers?
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