Jamboree کے بول

I try to walk away to prove I was in control There's got to be a cure This can't go on no more Dressed in black in the midday sun break the ice and on the run Keep this up there won't be none I try to be real cool You lock me in a room You try to take off your dress We both know what happened next And when my skirt begins to ache I realize that it's too late to love you like a chocolate cake Because we both know you're my dream date Wear an old potatoe sack Trailer for a hat Haircut for a bowl Two eyes made of coal One two three, one two four The bees are hop, the bees are ho But that's one thing she'll never know