I suppose that it's true
I've got my mind on you
But it's better to say
You have my every day
On the kitchen floor
With a pair of scissors, cut it short
With a gentle hand
You mend the best you can
On the 80's bikes
I sing the song you like
But it's better when you
Scream the words out like you do
But just don't go too fast
There's some years to pass
I want to associate
Be friends with the love we made