B.c.

I remember a time way back in late December

When I noticed all I wanted was you.

It's been far too long now baby

I'm serving time thinkin' bout the things we used to do.

In the midst of it all

I gotta say I'm feeling faded

In the morning I won't feel the same.

If you can hear me Mrs. Robinson

Please don't pre-judge a single one

Before you even learn my last name.

Is it a terrible thing?

Yeah, the thing I bring

Every time I walk into the room.

Fitted Levi's and boots or three-button suits

and rebel music that comes from the Sixties.

There's a girl right now and she's lying in bed,

Wishin' that she wasn't at home.

Daddy think that I'm bad and Mom's sure glad

That I won't be callin' her when she gets home.

My friends say, "Zach it's gonna be alright,

there's no need to get all upset."

But my baby's in her room all afternoon

and her parents won't get off of her back.

There's a little kid in me

that doesn't want to be

another broken-hearted day.

Sometimes you can choose,

but, kid, you're gonna lose.

And I've been losin' all week.

P.S.

That's what I say at night

When I call you on the telephone

Ask if you had a good time.

Sometimes you say no, but baby?