You've got your songs They are everyday for awhile Just the only way to feel all right I was born from the sound of the strings For someone to give everything To be a song just for your feeling And you will see I'll touch your feelings Close your eyes

Beautiful child Ooh, I had to stay Sleepless child There is so little time I wish that you were mine I'm not a child anymore You are a beautiful child And I am a fool once more You fell in love when I was only ten

With your long blond hair and your eyes of blue The only thing I ever got from you Was sorrow, sorrow Sorrow, sorrow You're acting funny, try to spend my money You out there playing your high class games Of sorrow, sorrow You never do what you know you

Maybe I should call Maybe I should leave Maybe I should go Maybe I can't take you that serious I was in Atlanta I was only 20

I only want to be In your record collection As I thought I was I take too long To answer telephones I take too long to type my name And record messages But my handwriting is excellent

Only if for a night (Ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ah-ha-ah-ooh) And I heard your voice as clear as day And you told me I should concentrate It was all so strange and so surreal That a ghost should be so practical Came to weeping (came to weeping) And the only

Let the only sound Be the overflow Lay me down Pockets full of stones Time it took us To where the water was That's what the water gave me And time goes quicker Between the two of us

I only want to be In your record collection As I thought I was I take too long To answer telephones I take too long to type my name And record messages But my handwriting is excellent