When you were young and your heart was an open book
by mike
Baby, I'm amazed at the way you love me all the time
You know who I am
What a drag it is getting old
Supposed to fire my imagination
But don't play with me 'cause you're playing with fire
Where's your shame?
And she's hooked to the silver screen
Still don't know what I was waitin' for
She came from Providence
