We grew up not far from here    An oaky street, the country air    Porch lights, breezy nights   Dreaming dreams of that girl so right      Stand by her window when, the moon would rise    And put her to bed, with my eyes    Climbed a tree to get a better view    I loved the girl, I never really knew      She's the talk of the town (This town, this town)   Talk of the town (This town, this town)      White lace, the sun would shine   Her Easter suit, pretending she was mine    On holidays we'd meet in church    At the sign of peace, for her I'd search       She worked in town, at the five and dime    And I'd dig for change, so I could stay in line    My knees would shake, when I thought I'd meet her    Cherry cola, palm sweating fever      She's the talk of the town (This town, this town)   Talk of the town (This town, this town)      We grew up not far from here    An oaky street, the country air    Porch lights, breezy nights    Dreaming dreams of that girl so right      Older now, moved and gone    I think of her, and what went wrong    It seemed so right, It's just as well    She was twice my age, when I was twelve      She's the talk of the town (This town, this town)   Talk of the town (This town, this town)   Talk of the town (This town, this town)