Dented cars make me think of you
sitting on a red leather stool
drinking with your sunglasses on
at the bowling alley bar.
And the sound of the crashing pins
behind us when we kissed
the night I wrecked my father's car
behind the bowling alley bar.
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I'm so sorry Donna,
sorry about your sunglasses.
I didn't mean to step on them;
I didn't mean to laugh when you cried.
'Cause it was ne-ver a waste of time
to drink beer by your side
and watch the fallen pins
set up right again.
Skinny girls in tight red jeans
kicking cigarette machines;
that old woman all alone
dirty dancing by the phones.
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Driving circles at 3am,
throwing rocks at mailboxes,
you could never see the stars
with those plastic sunglasses on.
But it was ne-ver a waste of time
to get drunk by your side
and watch the fallen pins
set up right again.