I drove through the desert last night.. I carried the weight of our last fight.. Elvis singing 'Don't be Cruel' and I wonder if you feel it too.. It's like we're going under..
Hmm ohh ohh. Hmm hmm hmm ohh. . I was once some mother's darlin'. Some daddy's little girl. More a precious than the ruby. More cherished than the pearl.
Me and Valentina went down to the chapel but the gates were shut. I had my vows in my pocket and a gold plated ring for my honey love. We headed down Tropicana to the corner with a late night restaurant.
Daddy, I'm not gonna tell you that I'm sorry,. But there aint nothin you can do to change my mind.. I'm not here to know the things I cannot do,. We've seen the outcome of the Boys Who Didn't Fly..