I want to buy you pretty things Horses and castles and diamond rings And we'll go dancing in the spring If you like And we'll be alright Never have to beg or have to fight For what we know is true...
Dumb down let your crazy out Boys go crazy over you Grip like a new york window cleaner Just staring at you Youth don't leave me, hair stay on me God I love those hips Oh memory don't forsake me Not...