Texty

Everything's right now, so it seems Saturday shopping, save and share Your smile of contentment how it beams Into the the warm suburban air You... forget the past But you... don't want to know You... never ask me (Without her) The party was over much too soon We may as well finish off the punch All this rushing to consume It used to be dinner, now it's lunch You... forget the past You... don't want to know You... never ask me (Without her) You... forget the past You... don't want to know You... never ask
Writer(s): Paul Cleary Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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