beuty queen of only 18
she had some trouble with her self he was always there to help her she always belong
to someone else...
I drove for miles and miles and wound
up at your door
CHORUS:
i don't mind spending every day out on
your coenner in the pournig rain look
for the girl with the broken smile ask
her if she want to state awhile
and she will be loved and she will be loved
I now that good bay means nothing at all all that of
the things that you who you are [bis]
come back and begs me cath every time she falls
tap on my window nock on my door
I want to make you feel beutiful and no atent to get
so insecure dosen´t matter any more
it´s not always raibows and butterflays is conformaizing moves us along he he.