with a boy or two Even though the neighbourhood Thinks I'm trashy and no good I suppose it could be true But there are worse things I could do I could
: If you could read my mind, love What a tale my thoughts could tell Just like an old-time movie About a ghost from a wishing well In a castle dark or
without you, I really don't wanna know How could I ever leave you I know the suggestion is out of the question 'Cause everyone knows that I could never
If you could read my mind, love What a tale my thoughts could tell Just like an old-time movie About a ghost from a wishing well In a castle dark or
with a boy or two Even though the neighborhood Thinks I'm trashy and no good I suppose it could be true But there are worse things I could do I could
It could've been, would've been, should've been, could've been It could've been, should've been, could've been, could've been me It could've been, should
KATE MONSTER: I wish I could go back to college. Life was so simple back then. NICKY: What would I give to go back and live in a dorm with a meal plan
Little ditty about Jack and Diane 2 American kids growin' up in the heartland Jacky's gonna be a football star Diane debutante backseat of Jacky's car
it should You make it, a-hurt so good I ain't talkin' no big deals I ain't made no plans myself I ain't talkin' no high heels Maybe we could just walk
Some people ain't no damn good You can't trust 'em you can't love 'em No good deed goes unpunished And I don't mind bein' their whippin' boy I've had
got it so good And there's a woman in the kitchen Cleanin' up evenin' slop And he looks at her and says, "Hey darlin' I can remember when you could stop
I need a lover that won't drive me crazy I need a lover that won't drive me crazy I need a lover that won't drive me crazy Some girl that knows the meaning
Well, our hearts beat like thunder I don't know why they don't explode You got your hands in my back pockets And Sam Cooke's singin' on the radio You
They come from the cities And they come from the smaller towns Beat up cars with guitars and drummers Goin' crack boom bam R O C K in the U.S.A. R O
A million young poets, screamin' out their words To a world full of people, just livin' to be heard Future generations ridin' on the highways that we
Well I lived on the outskirts of town In an eight room farmhouse, baby When my brothers and friends were around There was always somethin' doin' Had
Well, I was born in a small town And I live in a small town Prob'ly die in a small town Oh, those small communities All my friends are so small town
Have you ever ridden horses through a rainstorm? Or a lion through a busy street bazaar? There are many things I'd love to turn you on to But somehow
