Blue hydrangea, cold cash divine. Cashmere, cologne and white sunshine. Red racing cars, sunset and vine. The kids were young and pretty. Where have you been? Where did you go? Those summer nights seem long ago. And so is the girl you use to call... The queen of New York City. But if you send for me, you know I'll come And if you call for me, you know I'll run, I'll run to you, I'll run to you. I'll come to you, I'll come to you, I'll come, come, come. The power of youth is on my mind. Sunsets, small town, I'm out of time.
Will you still love me when I shine from words but not from beauty?
My father's love was always strong, my mother's glamour lives on and on. Yet still inside, I felt alone for reasons unknown to me.
And if you call I'll run, run, run. If you change your mind, I'll come, come, come.
Blue hydrangea, cold cash divine. Cashmere, cologne and hot sunshine. Red racing cars, sunset and vine and we were young and pretty.
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