Johnny was the kind of a boy that you, ld meet When the day was impossibly vague and shady He, ld glow like the light of a hidden reflection And basking you, ld see what you wanted to see, who you wanted to be Knowing him might be both painful and good You knew if you did you, ld be able for more So perfect the question like he, d seen the Opera Looking at you and not looking at them, and you looked at him Mary was the kind of a girl that you felt Had a lot of information going on in her head Should have been off with her book club at Easter Fell for a boy like Johnny instead, and you knew that she would Unfortunately there are no happy endings Learned it before now you, ve learned it again So perfect the question but there was no Opera No looking at you, only looking at them, and you looked at him