Lookin' at her 'phone; desk tappin' her feet. Kinda girl your Mamma likes to meet. A Sunday school dress cuttin' up tight. When the weekend comes, she
Somewhere in the distance---somewhere down the line A trace of an illusion is etched upon my mind A fool's infatuation poundin' in my brain I fell into
Everybody likes you babe but me I guess that proves how stupid I can be Your father thinks it's swell, your mum hears wedding bells, Our friends all say
I think she likes me And I know I like her It's kind of frightening 'Cause it's too soon to be sure I think she likes me Maybe even might be love Should
I think she likes me And I know I like her It's kind of frightening 'Cause it's too soon to be sure I think she likes me Maybe even might be love
Translation: Dean, Billy. Everybody Likes You Babe.
Translation: Gilman, Billy. I Think She Likes Me.
Translation: Squier, Billy. You Know What I Like.
looking at her phone desk tappin her feet the kind of girl your mama likes to meet a sunday school dress buttoned up tight when the weekend comes she
Ты - слёзы пяти океанов, как обещал без обмана В небе звездою оставил, Знай, я на другом конце света Нашей любовью согрета, как исключенье из правил
