Tears on the sleeve of a man
Don't want to be a boy today
I heard the eternal footman
Bought himself a bike to race
And Greg he writes letters
And burns his CDs
They say you were something
In those formative years
Well, hold onto nothing
As fast as you can
Well, still pretty good year
Pretty good
Maybe a bright sandy beach
Is going to bring you back, back, back
Maybe not so now you're off
You're going to see America
Well, let me tell you something about America
Pretty good year
Pretty good
Some things are melting now
Some things are melting now well
Hey
What's it going to take till my baby's all right?
What's it going to take till my baby's all right?
And Greg he writes letters
With his birthday pen
Sometimes he's aware
That they're drawing him in
Lucy was pretty
Your best friend agreed
Well, still pretty good year
Pretty good
Pretty good year
Man made the cars to take us over the road
Man made the train to carry the heavy load
Man made electric light to take us out of the dark
Man made the boat for the water, like Noah made the ark
Man thinks about our little bitty baby girls and our baby boys
Oi jau cia turetu padirbeti viesuju rysiu specialistai.welcome to XXI century Negi nesimato kad rusai iki mano amziaus megsta vakarietiska kultura.ta pati muzika filmai drabuziai keliones.jiems priklauso ateitis te seniai pasilaidoja po tankais o ne jie