You don't have a clue What it is like to be next to you I'm here to tell you That it is good, that it is true Birds singing a song, old paint is peeling This is that fresh, that fresh feeling Words...
Comming home from the school today Crying all along the way Ain't no way for a boy to be Begging, "Mama, shave me please." You little punks think you own this town But someday someone's...