Used to chase that boy home from school. Called him freckled-face, red-headed fool. He was different... he wasn't cool like me. Sticks and stones didn't break any bones.
One good love. Erases all the bitter tears on an empty dance hall. All those lonely nights when she never called. It just don't seem so tragic after all.
A couple of drinks makes it all so easy. Strangers become lovers every night. I could tell you're wounded because you cry so freely. As you tell your story with those lonely eyes.