ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh. . Bring over some of your old Motown records. We'll put the speakers in the window and we'll go. On the roof and listen to the Miracles.
Your touch, your ways. leave me dumb without reason. your love, my cage. my prison so pleasing. i spend my days. tangled in thoughts of you. stuck in this place.
She don't need anybody to tell her she's pretty. She's heard it every single day of her life. He's got to wonder what she sees in him. When there's so many others standing in line.