No cameras, no lights, no stars in my eyes And no way of getting through to you No writing, nor call with a two-time tart And no way to make a dream come true Walking up the street, take a hold of my hand Its just a postcard of the place I knew Because ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad Ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad Funny little things I thought I never had No afternoon cafe(? ), missing english and math And off to the slammin' summer coast No waiter, no tips no movies, no scripts And no way of getting into my post Riding up the street take a hold of my wheel Its just a life time and I make the most Because ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad Ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad Funny little things I thought I never had
Because ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad Ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad Funny little things I thought I never had No walking down the beach, no girls left to speak And no time to mess around with a kiss No wlaking her home, when she is feeling alone And no time to get her under the peir Running up the steets, you can catch us if you can This is my lifetime and I will not fear Because ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad Ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad Funny little things I thought I never had Funny little things I thought I never had Funny little things I thought I never had
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