Girls get into cars
Of boys who have cars
But me, me
i have none
Words, they seem so weak
When i get myself to speak
I miss the point, i just cannot make myself clear
Burnin memories, fadin love
You know something that i don't know
Pa** the ashtray, pa** the ashtray, please
Stolen wallets & steele guitars
You have something i haven't got
Pa** the ashtray, pa** the ashtray, please
Boys get into cars
Of girls who have scars
It's the way of the summer, i guess
Things happened so fast
Of course you were the best
But rock'n'roll took you away from me
Sunday afternoons
Runnin free
All these d** got
The best of me
Burnin memories, fadin love
You know something that i don't know
Pa** the ashtray, pa** the ashtray, please
Stolen wallets & steele guitars
You have something i haven't got
Pa** the ashtray, pa** the ashtray, please
Pa** the ashtray, pa** the ashtray, please