me up, baby, and knock me down Drop what you?re doing and come around We can hold hands till the sun goes down Cause I know That you And I Can be
I loved you then Afgahn rugs and tapestries Made from memories and dreams Growing old or growing young I'll hold you in my heart (???) Cause it's her eyes, and
Is too low to fly Too young to die Just a little bit too young Too young To die [Ending (Electric Guitar, Synth and Piano)]
exciting So I put on my overcoat and went down to find In Revlon and Crimpelene they captured my heart To the strain of a piano and a cocktail murderess
too low to fly Too young to die Just a little bit too young Too young To die [Ending (Electric Guitar, Synth and Piano)]