B.c. (The Gadjits)

I remember a time way back in late December When I noticed all I wanted was you. It's been far too long now baby I'm serving time thinking about the things we used to do. In the midst of it all I gotta say I'm feeling faded In the morning I won't feel the same. If you can hear me Mrs. Robinson Please don't pre-judge a single one Before you even learn my last name. Is it a terrible thing? Yeah, the thing I bring Every time I walk into the room. Fitted Levi's and boots or three-button suits And rebel music that comes from the sixties. There's a girl right now and she's lying in bed, Wishing that she wasn't at home. Daddy think that I'm bad and Mom's sure glad That I won't be calling her when she gets home. My friends say, Zach it's gonna be alright, There's no need to get all upset. But my baby's in her room all afternoon And her parents won't get off of her back. There's a little kid in me That doesn't want to be Another brokenhearted day. Sometimes you can choose, But, kid, you're gonna lose. And I've been losing all week. P.S. That's what I say at night When I call you on the telephone Ask if you had a good time. Sometimes you say no, but baby?