Drivin' my convertible 60 miles On the turnpike west of the boulevard Then I felt something over my shoulder A pretty little thing looking just a bit
Two weeks old Where?d you go? My mothers all alone. How could you turn away? Leaving me so young I can?t believe. You be so cold Hey, how could you run
Give me five minutes I?m out of my head Gotta get out of bed Trying to pull it together Smelly old perfume It brings back the time Yeah it plays with
Oh yeah, oh, oh. Heared about it on the news my friend Another storm washed away a town again Is it ever really gonna end? I hope so but I gotta go to
