Whoo, ooh, ooh, whoo, ooh, ooh. Whoo, ooh, ooh, whoo, ooh, ooh. . She's always trying' to work it out. Sitting' in a parked car. Music on the stereo is blaring out.
The thought of never knowing, could kill me just the same. The solitary blossom, the mind is of a friend. . What are you saying, you've got nothing to live for.