When we first met your hair was long and brown You haven't yet cut it all off And now it's long once again, oh Oh, it's long once again As I kept track
Girl, you wanted To shut it all off and make a run for the door It's so hard to make it For every inch we get we need a mile more But there is always
Whether or not the weather's on my side We could be together if I stay bright-eyed I can feel the summer sending signs of fall See a happy ending if I
Visit you at Baskin-Robbins all the time To let know that I am yours and you are mine So we can take long walks through Central Park And hold each others
Visit you at Baskin Robbins all the time To let you know that I am yours and you are mine So we can take long walks through Central Park And hold each
You promised me starry night skies They just remind me of your shining bright eyes I'm missing your voice at night time Sepa-separation seems, seems a
Just in case they're wondering They've got us pinned terribly They don't believe our love is real 'Cause they don't know how real love feels You should
You promised me starry night skies They just remind me of your shining bright eyes I'm missing a voice at night time Sepa-separation seem seems a sad
Patiently, I've waited patiently Hoping that you'd believe That the lights in our eyes Are not fading out They're not yet fading out Somehow we're safe
[Verse] Dear Jamie I've got a letter I would like to send It's lacking strings of words with punctuation at the end. But should I trust this dialect?
You can run, you can hide But you can't escape my love You can run, you can hide But you can't escape my love Here's how it goes, you and me Up and down
Present for a presentation presented presently There's no 'I' in team, no 'Me' in us, no You' in we I'll write down letters inside letters, I can't let
When we were younger Time was under careful lock and key Now it's open Tipped and pourin' out all over me Oh, what a shame that our days, you explained
I like where we are When we drive in your car I like where we are here ?Cause our lips can touch And our cheeks can brush Our lips can touch here Well
I could see our fingers all intertwined With all your wrinkles perfectly suiting mine Oh, somewhere down the line Probably we'd run out of things to
[Verse] Dear Jamie I've got a letter I would like to send It's lacking strings of words with punctuation at the end. Should I trust this dialect? To
I saw the city from the window of an airplane I got bummed and I thought There's nothing except for a lot I was too anxious to get anything accomplished
