歌词
You were so right
I bided my time with you
I squandered my chance
Your thigh highs in folds in my room
And though I’m still a young man
I feel I shouldn’t have to play with toys baby
Even though you were so
Beautiful to look at baby I swear
And baby it’s a cruel thing
The trace of mascara on my pillow case
Ironing my suit pants
Pushing your memory
On down the line
Theresa
I’m dying to keep you a secret
I’m feigning amnesia
Theresa
But I’ll never be free
From your spell
Written by: Desmond Myers
