1972 - Molly Payton

He said, «You listen to The Who, babe, don’t you?»

He wishes he was young in 1972

And he’s always got something else better to do

Cocaine, Kerouac, gin and juice

Woah, woah, woah

Oh, oh

Woah, woah, woah

Oh, oh

Oh

You’re in love with my image, babe

Don’t pretend it’s anything else

If you want a clean slate

Go fall in love with somebody else

We don’t see enough of each other now

You’ve got another girl’s lipstick on your mouth

I still feel your fingers on the small of my back

And you tell me to move on, but I don’t know how

I still feel your kisses on the edge of my mouth

And you tell me to move on, but I don’t know how

I don’t know how