Aerosmith

young lust happy just to be in

You see me crying Don’

Write me a letter Write me a letter

Well, she’s the woman of

There goes my old girlfriend, there’

I wake up and wonder how everything

When your heart is breakin’

Mary Mack, dressed in black Silver

Backstroke lover always hidin’

High class Moolah Bolt ons Fast

You wonder why you got holes in

I was left as a child dragged from

You breathe I breathe you in I

Uncle Salty told me stories of

Well, on a train, I met a dame

I got a wild thing for you Were

In the attic lights Voices scream

Take a walk in the warm New England

When will the clouds all blow it

You keep a knocking but you can’