Paroles: Kind Of Like Spitting. Thirteen.

One, two, three

Won't you let me walk you home from school?
Won't you let me meet you at the pool?
Maybe Friday I can get tickets for the dance
And I'll take you

Won't you tell your dad, get off my back?
Tell him what we said about 'Paint It Black'
Rock 'n roll is here to stay, come inside where it's okay
And I'll shake you

Won't you tell me what you're thinking of?
Would you be an outlaw for my love?
If it's so then let me know, if it's no then I can go
I won't make you, you