B.c. — текст песни (Gadjits, The)

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?