I remember a time way back in late December When I noticed all I wanted
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was you. Its been far too long now baby Im serving time thinkin bout the things we used to do. In the midst of it all I gotta say Im feeling faded In the morning I wont feel the same. If you can hear me Mrs. Robinson Please dont pre-judge a single one Before you even learn my last name.
Is it a terrible thing? Yeah, the thing I bring Every time I walk into the room. Fitted Levis and boots or three-button suits and rebel music that comes from the Sixties.
Theres a girl right now and shes lying in bed, Wishin that she wasnt at home. Daddy think that Im bad and Moms sure glad That I wont be callin her when she gets home.
My friends say, "Zach its gonna be alright, theres no need to get all upset." But my babys in her room all afternoon and her parents wont get off of her back. Theres a little kid in me that doesnt want to be another broken-hearted day. Sometimes you can choose, but, kid, youre gonna lose. And Ive been losin all week.
P.S. Thats what I say at night When I call you on the telephone Ask if you had a good time. Sometimes you say no, but baby?