Oh I like you too and to tell you the truth That wasn't my chair after all. Well excuse me, but I think you've got my chair, No that one's not taken, I don't mind if you sit here, I'll be glad to share. Yea it's usually, packed here on Friday nights, Oh

She's just waiting for the summertime when the weathers fine She could hitch a ride out of town And so far away from that low town good for nothing mistake making fool With excuses like baby that was a long time ago But that's just a euphemism if you

For me it ain't real It's fools gold There too many fools sold Not an excuse oh She sits home and dreams That her man will leave his mark on her hand He's not all he seems But she's seen a dress, she has the flowers planned