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I remember the first time
I called y' up on the telephone
We talked for hours
About so many things
You said you gotta go
You gotta cook some food from your long day in the clouds
You had to rest your head
Sometimes I sit there and I think of you
You and lil Roxanne
And your trips to the moon
I think I bumped my head
I must be dreaming, I must be dead
Oh it hurts so good this feeling
One day I'll come and I'll find you
Sitting on your porch
Doing your thing
I'll be standing with a bag in my hand
Hoping that you'll understand
I just had to see you
Lil shorty.
Little fisherman's daughter
Won't you give me a quarter
I'll put it in the juke box and I'll play us a tune
We can dance all night
Doing what we think feels right
Tie the boat up, let's get moving
Maybe I slipped and bumped my head
Maybe I'm dreaming, maybe I'm dead
Oh it hurts so good this feeling
Of you
Of you
One day I'll come and I'll find you
Sitting on your porch
Doing your thing
I'll be standing with a bag in my hand
Hoping that you'll understand
I just had to see ya
I just had to see ya
I just had to see ya
I guess for now I'll keep sailing on
I'll hit the shore
Find me a bar for a beer or two
Maybe one day I'll find ya there
We'll catch eyes across the room
