We were 16 at the most
McCartney was our holy ghost
and we were sure our smiles would never turn to tears
18 cought us pretty fast
I dont want nothing heavy
just my baby in the back of my chevy
little loving on the weekends
make me feel allright
I dont want nothing heavy
just my baby in the back of my chevy
to kiss away my blues in the fullmoon light
So life became an conglomination