| Now, I wish it was last September
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| We could lose ourselves in crowds everyday
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| 'Cause Emaline, don’t walk in time
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| She’s not the same that’s all you can say
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| When I’ve heard enough, I tell myself
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| That we’ve learned our lesson, but I
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| Don’t wanna walk away from Emaline
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| They’re talking now
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| Does she know what they’re saying?
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| She’s got the air, to float above it
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| I’m sinking in the «Someone Should Pay.»
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| She’s dear to me, and so expensive
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| Now I’m not talking 'bout money
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| When money talks
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| I hate to listen
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| But lately it’s been screaming in my ear
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| When I’ve heard enough, I tell myself
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| That we’ve learned our lesson, and I
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| Don’t wanna walk away from Emaline
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| It only took me one look to understand Emaline
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| Sometime I don’t know what she’s saying
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| Sometimes I do
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| Sometimes I don’t
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| Know what she’s saying
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| But I know, I know
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| I know what she wants to believe
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| I wish it was last September
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| Don’t let me walk away from Emaline
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| For stupid reasons
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| Now I’m talking 'bout money
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| When money talks
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| I hate to listen
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| But lately it’s been screaming in my ear
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| Oh, what advice! |
| Girls need attention
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| Or are you different than all mine?
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| For all it’s worth, she’s got attention
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| From people like you who see black and white
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| Now I’ve heard enough, I’ll tell you what
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| Really shouldn’t sit here and whine
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| I’ll take you down to meet my Emaline
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| I wish it was |