You've got me tangled up in you. You've got me tangled up in you. . I must be trippin' it's true. I'm losin' hold of my cool. And I really ought to let you go.
A baby's born in the middle of the night. In the local delivery room. They grab his feet, smack him until he cries. He goes home the next afternoon. Before you know it, he's off to school.
Way back when she did a hundred and ten. In her dad's old Chevrolet. And she once climbed, way up high. To paint her name on a water tank. . She's got that little red rose.