On our way, so it seems, blummin' flowers waltz before me
Rollin' numbers passin' time, got to get outside the city
In the mornin' all will see, just how crazy young love can be
On our own way again, don't get down my darlin'

I'm gonna tangle my face hair, I'm gonna tickle your daughter
At three o'clock in the mornin', they all cry to me
I'll be prancin' around in my high heels, and your cherry red lipstick
Look out your window, I'm on your street

Miles away, so unclear, almost lost it in Montana
Let's pull over, have us choke, I love to watch you when you're dancin'
I wonder if they ever dream, they would get just what we gave them
All wrapped up in been nineteen, chasin' stars that are fallin'

I'm gonna tangle my face hair, gonna tickle your daughter
At three o'clock in the mornin', they all cry to me
I'll be prancin' around in my high heels, and your cherry red lipstick
Look out your window, they' all cry to me

And when that train heads home
They're gonna be so gone gone, you ain't never gonna see me
I'm a gone gone, you ain't nothin' to me
And when they shine you in the streets, they'll only find our song

I'm gonna tangle my face hair, it's gonna tickle your daughter
At three o'clock in the mornin', they all cry to me
I'll be prancin' around in my high heels, and your cherry red lipstick
Look out your window, they' all cry to me

I'm gonna tangle my face hair, gonna tickle your daughter
At three o'clock in the mornin', they all cry to me
I'll be prancin' around in my high heels, and your cherry red lipstick
Look out your window, they' all cry to me

I'm on your street, they all cry to me
I'm on your street, they all cry to me
I'm on your street, they all cry to me
I'm on your street, they all cry to me
I'm on your...
I'm on your street, they all cry to me

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