Your Daddy was a car dealer
Your smile was my heart stealer
Only classic cars and boys for you
No brassic lads now that’s true
I tried my best
To make you smile
I passed the test
In first class style
We got beat up
On our way home
I got hung up
On the telephone
I’m hanging on you
Trying to get through
All I wanna do
Is say I miss you
Up on the hill
Where luxury wins
It’s a bitter pill
When you commit no sin
I wrote a secret letter
Played a game and lost
I said we were forever
You said but at what cost
Get down off your high horse
I’m lying in the gutter
You pushed me with such force
I’ll get up and over you
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