Lyric B.c.

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 thinkin bout 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,
Wishin that she wasn t at home.
Daddy think that I m bad and Mom s sure glad
That I won t be callin 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 broken-hearted day.
Sometimes you can choose,
but, kid, you re gonna lose.
And I ve been losin 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?