writing young and gifted In my autobiography I figured who would know Better than me I'm certainly the former But I'm not so much the latter But no one
know what it took You don't care what it took The look in your eyes As I turned on the light The look in your eyes A look of surprise Sneakin' around In this one
Where is my camera? This picture denies all my ties To this side of the road. And maybe in Florida I'd hold up myself for the keys to the cramp in your
my money on magazines Talk to me and my friends but the phone wouldn't reach her I'm burning down to the filter Another day, another week she'll see my face [chorus
You played those notes a year ago But nobody ever seems to mind You're so sweet Upon request from her dad She takes a seat centre stage And starts to
I've got to meet my friends Go ahead I said I'd wait here I thought I was supposed to meet them I guess I was mistaken This is a waste of time They made
You touched my hand I'm not a fan You held a dance in your basement The mirror ball The horse's stall There was no arrangement You're so thin Where'
't forget you If someone else comes along You'll always come to mind Whenever I hear that song, yeah The one about photographs Sung by Ringo Starr Especially in the chorus
First off, here's what you do to me You get rough, attack my self-esteem It's not much but it's the best I've got I thought you saw the good in everyone
