Isn't it swell?. We've got our own dark horse ride. And lean on this smell. And let the whole darn thing slide. Get down on the sofa with a six-pack. .
The average guy who lives next door. Who's never been in love before. That was your story in a nutshell. Kind of cute and kind of shy. The normal kind of average guy.
Bow down for the band on the cover. They seem to make it all across the USA. Bow down, the band's been discovered. They even made it on the R.S-tones these days.
Let me have this cutest thing. I ever did see in my life. Everybody looks for something new. Like the rosy-cheek debutante. Who falls in love with every billboard guy.
I'd rather have nothing pale, white and sweet. Modest but something crawled up asleep. And ever so slightly down town, give us a call. Right down truth or nothing at all.
Have I felt this way before?. All my life was misery galore. I got used to living on my own. Got my feelings safely tucked away at home. . Now my feet have finally touched the ground.
Rich, dumb, white kid thinks that he's everything. Loud mouth, bold headed geek's got a song to sing. Turn him inside out on the kitchen floor. Soon find out that he doesn't wanna sing no more.
Throw it on the floor. Never mind the mess. 'Cause I've been down before. And it doesn't hurt. . Play your saddest songs. Play them all night long. 'Cause I've been sad before.
Tell me 'bout your youth. Ah, just tell the truth. Was it nice and smooth. Or was it a lie. . And when you were a child. Were you young and wild. Or just undefiled.