One, two, three, four. ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ The college years were leading well, coming now But maybe not so clean, my love ♪ And if I stay much longer, my feelings for you They might get much stronger now ♪ A motorola coma, slip your way Into a deep diploma, girl ♪ At the dormitory, you come to pour me One of your best stories, girl ♪ And I feel your face getting wet Like the color red of your lips And I place my losing bet On your side ♪ And I see your eyes of regret But you gave as good as you get Like a Massachusetts red Running wild ♪ A pair of dusty jeans, well, you would wash Inside my brass machine, that's good ♪ Laying on your mattress, a thing of beauty We would need more practice now ♪ Holly notes were singing The funny notes that you were always bringing, girl ♪ An elevator's closing Hot and hard when love is so exposing ♪ And I feel your face getting wet Like the color red of your lips And I place my losing bet On your side And I see your eyes of regret But you gave as good as you get Like a Massachusetts red Running wild ♪ When I drove up to Villanova Light me up when you decide Stargaroma of your Tacoma A tiny box where we reside Better tested, life invested Duly noted and denied Fully loaded, space encoded A quiet night out in the sky Your stack of lies was daunting A tribute to your mind, but way more haunting now ♪ A talking psycho killer Betrayed the heads of even Henry and Helena ♪ Conspiracies of theory I wonder, Tim, if this could be O'Leary love ♪ She had like Marlon Brando Born online inside the San Fernando ♪ ♪