Tomorrow I'll feel better than today You're leaving and I think it's better off this way I'll change the channels 'til you're gone Pack your bags, it
She didn't want my body, she only want my mind She liked making me feel naughty and she'd treat me so unkind Lucy wasn't like the stories that I read
6:30 Daylight time Sun has started its downward climb Show begins in just half an hour Hurry up, Dave, and take your shower It shouldn't have to be
I hear that on a date she'll make you wait 'Cause she thinks it takes an hour to be fashionably late When sooner comes to later you will love her or
Elle est si magnifique, I see her twice a week I pass her on the street, and hope our eyes will meet And I try not to stare, but I think she's aware
Oooh, sing a song of island nights Hang your party lights Count the meteorites Oooh, like a heartsick summer song Bring your girl along Getz/Gilberto
to take a ride Who cares about tomorrow When everything is going wrong today I guess I'm finally figuring out, it doesn't help to whine about it Ohh
Four on the floor, knock on the door It's finally a quarter to eight and Looks like everybody's ready and waiting One of the guys, little beady eyes