Just Lyrics: 1964 by RobinJRichards

I feel the room swayin' / While the band's playin' / One of our old favorite songs from way back when...

As a matter of opinion I think he's tops, My opinion is he's the cream of the crop; As a matter of taste to be exact he's my ideal as a matter of fact.

Whoa-oh, I knew we was falling in love / Yes I did, and so I told her all the things I'd been dreamin' of..

From the park you hear the happy sound of a carousel / Mm-mm, you can almost taste the hot dogs and French fries they sell

Other girls may try to take me away (take me away) / But you know, it's by your side I will stay

Think (think) what a big man he'll be / Think (think) of the places you'll see

Show him that you care just for him / Do the things he likes to do / Wear your hair just for him

Three deuces and a four-speed / And a three-eighty-nine / Listen to her tachin' up now / Listen to her whine...

Everyone was there just a waiting for me / There were plenty of Stingrays and XKEs

It's more fun than a barrel of monkeys, / That two-wheeled bike. We'll ride on out of town / To anyplace I know you like.

But parked in a rickety old garage / Is a brand new, shiny red Super Stock Dodge

Some say it's a sign of weakness / For a man to beg Then weak I'd rather be / If it means having you to keep / 'Cause lately I've been losing sleep

How can I tell her, "I love you?" Yes, I would give my heart gladly / But each day, when she walks to the sea / She looks straight ahead, not at me.

Then the music stopped / When I looked the café was empty / Then I heard José say / "Man you know you're in trouble plenty"