Letra da Música: Jamboree - Beat Happening

I try to walk away
to prove I was in control
There's got to be a cure
This can't go on no more
Dressed in black in the midday sun
break the ice and on the run
Keep this up there won't be none

I try to be real cool
You lock me in a room
You try to take off your dress
We both know what happened next
And when my skirt begins to ache
I realize that it's too late
to love you like a chocolate cake
Because we both know you're my dream date

Wear an old potatoe sack
Trailer for a hat
Haircut for a bowl
Two eyes made of coal
One two three, one two four
The bees are hop, the bees are ho
But that's one thing she'll never know