Look who's laughing now that you've wasted How many years and you've barely even tasted Anything remotely close to Everything you've boasted about Look who's crying now Hermit crabs and cowry shells Crush beneath his feet as he comes towards you He's

Laughing with your girlfriends Not a care in the world, not a burden on your mind It was a matter of time You're looking for a way out I can feel it Come on, show me where it hurts Maybe I can heal it Your feelings are your own Now you keep 'em under

Our last summer I can still recall I still see it all Walks along the Seine Laughing in the rain Memories that remain We made our way along the river And we sat down in the grass by the Eiffel tower I was so happy we had met

I was laughing, Playing in the streets, I was unknowing; I didn't know my fate. The game of love, but never really showing; I thought that love could wait. I was a young man and sure to go astray. You walked right into my life and told me love would find

Looking at himself but wishing he was someone else Laughing at himself because he knows he ain't loved at all Because the posters on the wall they don't look like him at all So he ties it up, he tucks it in, he pulls it back, and gives a grin He gets his

I was laughing, Playing in the streets, I was unknowing; I didn't know my fate. The game of love, but never really showing; I thought that love could wait. I was a young man and sure to go astray. You walked right into my life and told me love would find

Knock the world Right off its feet and straight onto its head The book of love will long be laughing after you are dead Fascinated by the look of you and what was said Make a play for all the brightest minds in life will share She's only eighteen Don't

I'm everybody's girl I'm the queen of nothing I'm the king of the world At ten in the morning I was laughing at something At the airport terminal At nine in the evening I was sitting crying to you over the phone Well passing the border from a state to

Holding on, laughing and crying I'm finding my way back home Laying in a bed that was burning It's so hard when you're young and in love Trying, and fighting 'Cause that's what you do when you're young and in love Young and in love I'm coming to see you

Whiskey in your glass, here's to turning up, Slowing down and cars that go real fast, We were laughing and living, drinking and wishing, And thinking as that checkered flag was waving, Sure would like to stay in Talladega (Talladega) It was the summer