Your sweet love and music gets me through
I’ve danced while doing the dishes to ‘Love You’
Reaching those high notes, dancing in shoes
Out the window goes the cold and the blue

Surf’s up, Brian, your baby and you just want that good time
In the cantina or your room til you die
This whole world of mine will be filled
By the wrecking crew and the sound of you

I don’t need anyone to love me cos I have
bunch of your records and I can pretend like a kid
In the back of dad’s car listening to the radio
and imagining a love that’s better than real life

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