Tears on the sleeve of a man Don't want to be a boy today Heard the eternal footman Bought himself a bike to race And Greg he writes letters and burns his CDs They say you were something in those formative years Hold onto nothing as fast as you can Well still pretty good year pretty good year
Maybe a bright sandy beach Is gonna bring you back, back, back Maybe not so now you're off You're gonna see America Well let me tell you something about America Pretty good year Pretty good
Some things are melting now Some things are melting now Well,hey what's it gonna take till my baby's alright What's it gonna take till my baby's alright
And Greg he writes letters with his birthday pen Sometimes he's aware that they're drawing him in Lucy was pretty your best friend agreed Well still pretty good year pretty good pretty good year
Writer/s: TORI ELLEN AMOS
Publisher: Downtown Music Publishing
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