Strings attached
fake eye lashes
brok upon the piggie
bank for petty cash
sensitive sister
blushin don't stare
watch the children squabblin
in the square
tip my hat
low windows
once i saw you naked
there was nothing to show
piano place and out of tempo
of all the girls of in our class
shes the most refined
i like to be there in the morning
when you wake up
maybe bad dreams become easter
we could pack up x2
[im not sure whats being said in this stanza]
i like to show up at your door steps
[?????????????????]
and meet your family couple of them cookin
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i refuse to take that job
just because i'm poor
don't mean i can't be a snob
strawberry hair
fair freckled skin
waiting like a creep outside till the end
shy expression shown on her shoulders
bought this house with money
that your grandfather stole
much too young save the imagination
through an elegant girls reputation
i like to be there in the morning
when you wake up
maybe bad dreams become easter
we can pack up
whoaoooo...whaooooo!...
and when they ask me my occupation
i'm a prayin and working on my patience
i got no good friends
politic party
[??????????????....car keys]
ow lets all roll in smoke for trades
drink my waiting coffee
at the penny arcade
rows of shoes
shelves of jewerly
mommas dying her hair in the vanity
daddys watch too tight
try silver spoon for size
harder than a needle
through a camels eye
folks gather around the table find a place
boys that girl don't have expensive tastes