Hey boy, now, what's your problem?
With those hips, she could
Good morning, Sunshine
It's time to wake those tired blue eyes
And
This is the tale of a girl
How her love consumed
She spends her summer with the top down, seat back
Damp
Save us a page in the history books
Nights and friends
There she stands, pretty, dainty in bows
Make-up eludes, but the