Magnapop

A great vacation No other holiday Don't turn the light on You don't intend to stay That

Could there be any satisfaction In saying how it feels Down on me You're down on me Down on

True love I am true love I saw you in the back And you were kissing a boy Stabbed in the back

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Planet slips And turns away there For the last time It seems that way

Won't you let me walk you home from school? Won't you let me meet you at the pool? Maybe Friday,

by Gerry Goffin & Carole King The local rock group down the street Is trying hard to learn their song,

By surprise the fragile fluids that were Seem to disappear behind the eye in disguise Or how it ought to

Hot ropes, high hands Broken mirrors ground into broken sand That cut your feet or burns your hands

When it goes I feel the crush When I rush it hits me Take the key and spin it 'round Hang the

It's only circumstances I know it gets so heavy I've always been too lucky You give me

Bad grace finds the reader's eyes Keep it slow, keep it light over by the side And it gets too dizzy

Save the sad for real life my best friend cries at the movies Even when the story's old and bad And the

Song number one is not a fuck you song I'll save that point til later on You ought to know that

Say you will Put your hand in my brain Call me up Wake me up by the second ring Like far away

A sense of worth A sense of same A sense of what is in your name Of what it means to let you down