Oh, I know it hurts, yeah, I know it hurts. When your brand new love up and does you dirt. Baby, don't you know? Baby, don't you know?. You reap just what you sow.
Darling, if someday some writer should say. I'll write a song for only you to sing. Whoa, I'd tell him of our broken love. And call it 'The Song of the Lonely Teen'.
You and I couldn't get along. So our love, it wound up on the rocks of Reno. I loved you and you loved me. But all we did was disagree 'bout everything but Reno.