if i looked like james dean
if i sang like frank sinatra
if i cooked like jeff smith
would you love me then?

if i drank like bukowski
if i had de niro’s look
if i was a dancing queen   
would you love me then?

If i laughed at all your jokes
If i wrote like baudelaire
If i gave you a wild rose
would you love me then?

If i talked like marlon brando
If i had that elvis' groove
If i danced with you a tango
would you love me then?

If i said you shouldn't have gone
tell you i'm feeling all alone
and i'm crying myself to sleep
would you love me then?

if i wrote a pretty song
telling you that i was wrong
and then sang it at your knees
would you love me then?

80’s feeling back again
waiting for the spring to come
waiting for your dad to come
the sound of the keys would make you feel a lot better

i wish you knew what it means to me
because I know what it means to you
 i can’t do anything for you
but bore you to death with my sad whinning

magazines, books and cds
will do nothing for you, will do nothing for me
as soon as i get a new job
i’ll buy me a new house, i’ll buy us a new life

serenity now , is all that i need

ten o’clock
high school floors
cafeteria is empty

there she stands
she is french
and much taller than me

she stares at me
with a grin
and I search words in my head

even though
i should know
i’m not the kind of guy that says things

voulez-vous de beurre, i say
voulez-vous de beurre

it was just a kiss, a meaningless kiss
i went out of my mind somehow
i know what you're thinking, "no excuses for this"
i can't look at your eyes right now

i don't want your mercy, i don't want forgiveness
i just wanna go back to you
cause i'm feeling lonely and i'm feeling dirty
sorry if i was untrue

i wish i had reasons, i wish i could've tried
but honey, i can't explain
hold me tight, don't kiss me goodbye
help me release the pain

lies, lies, oh lies
lies, lies, it's all lies

not having the option to insanity
drives the boy crazy
reading a book
on a friday night
up in a tree
he knows he could be out
but he ain't got no friends

she knows he likes her
but doesn't really care
she read all the letters
but she is dancing now

the boy doesn't mind
staring at the walls
the whole night long
because he knows it all

he knows life wasn't made for losers
like brian krakow and me

she thought of moving away with the circus
and she regrets she never did it
he felt so sorry for the girl
that he wrote a song for her

she said i'm going away to middle east
to a place where no one knows me
to a place whre they can't find me

gonna bath myself
in holly waters
i'll be purified

gave up his band
gave up school
left his like behind
when she said

follow me to jordan

if i could, i'd fly to Pittsburgh
and i'd take you for a ride
i know a place
where they don't care you're underaged

come on baby
let's have some fun
but you take the coke
i'll take the rum

i remember
the first time
that i saw you
brown-eyed girl

you came softly
like an ange
in my sleep
in my dreams
brown-eyed girl

brown-eyed girl
i felt your touch
i felt your skin
like the moonlight
white as snow
when I held you
i felt so good
you're so sweet
brown-eyed girl