Binance

Girls And Boys (InMemory)

It was eight on the bus On the way back home from the school She wore red earmuffs And a cashmere scarf to match It was cold outside, 1989 Valentine's Day They walked home She cried, she cried Noone knows why It's official, I'm helpless a hopeless romantic It's official, I'm helpless a hopeless romantic Seventeen high school prom All the girls had dates with egos To match their dress Last dance last chance for romance There he stood not alone Pretty girl with her face in her hands He's confused, she cries, she cries Noone knows why It's official, I'm helpless a hopeless romantic It's official, I'm helpless a hopeless romantic He wore black To match her veil All the guests they cried Like she had done so many times It's official, I'm helpless a hopeless romantic It's official, I'm helpless a hopeless romantic It's official, I'm helpless a hopeless romantic It's official, I'm helpless a hopeless romantic