I am smitten My crush with eyeliner I'm the real thing (I'm the real thing) She's a sad tomato She's three miles of bad road I know you've seen her Walking down the street Will I never meet her?

I want it so fine Two drifters on the morning sky, Two drifters sailing wide and high, When summer breezes blow across your mind With you, I will walk the line. People walking hand in hand Everybody's singing to the band I want to be where the stars