| We drove away inside a three wheelers
|
| Across the pavement that we called our turf
|
| Blown by the wind across the cold hard earth
|
| Like dirty leaves in an old parking berth
|
| Mmmmm, mmmmm
|
| We are grown up and that is good we’re told
|
| But when do grown-ups become just plain old
|
| Left on the vine until the frost bites cold
|
| Like broken flowers buried in the snow
|
| Mmmmm, mmmmm
|
| And if you want to throw a party, I can cry tonight
|
| You would cry too if it happened to you, right?
|
| I keep falling in and out of love with you
|
| I’ve never loved anyone the way I do you
|
| Smiling politely almost all the time
|
| Window reflections in the check out line
|
| Born under punches and a real bad sign
|
| Like two for one for just a dollar nine-nine
|
| Mmmmm, mmmmm
|
| And if you want to throw a party, I can cry tonight
|
| You would cry too if it happened to you, right?
|
| I keep falling in and out of love with you
|
| I’ve never loved anyone the way I do you
|
| You
|
| We’re tense and nervous running at the mouth
|
| Afraid of just what everyone is all about
|
| But keep on keeping on to hide our doubt
|
| And hold a candle when the lights go out
|
| Mmmmm, mmmmm
|
| And if you want to throw a party, I can cry tonight
|
| You would cry too if it happened to you, right?
|
| I keep falling in and out of love with you
|
| I’ve never loved anyone the way I do you
|
| You
|
| You
|
| You
|
| You |