Years go by, the singers change
Same old story but the
Well, I hate it to admit it
When you dropped your
Her Mama cussed she was out of film
As her baby
Puerto Rico all day on the beach
Blue water, white sand
Everybody told me he was a dream
Picture perfect like he
I won't write a note
That's a coward's way out
But I
There's a melody in my head
An' I ain't stopped hummin'
Everybody does it, that's what everybody says
As they smoke their
Stars, the moon
Do their best to entertain us
Do the dance
Oh, I love the rain when it's really coming down
When
I remember the day you left me crying
You just drove
I'm flat on the floor with my head down low
Where
She's only seven years old
but she might as well be
You don’t have me wrapped around your little finger like
Years go by, the singers changeSame old story but the
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