Sad Theresa
On your front porch swing
The lights are twinkling bright
But nobody`s home
Oh sweet country thing
With your dress hiked up to your knees
Waiting on a call
From faith, hope or charity
CHOURS
Oh Theresa, can I come over tonight
Can I come over, come over
Would your mother say its alright
Oh Theresa, can I come over tonight
Ballerina
On your bedroom door
Well I know that you`ve got dreams
But I`ve got my own
Maybe someday
I`ll hit those big city lights
But I`ll never forget your face
On warm summer nights
CHORUS
I`ve always wanted to sing
And I`ve always wanted to be
Somebody`s idol, somebody`s daydream
Maybe their fantasy
CHORUS
Oh Theresa can I come over tonight?