Sad Theresa On your front porch swing The lights are twinkling bright But nobody's home
Oh sweet country thing With your dress hiked up to your knees Waiting on a call From faith, hope or charity
CHOURS Oh Theresa, can I come over tonight Can I come over, come over Would your mother say its alright Oh Theresa, can I come over tonight
Ballerina On your bedroom door Well I know that you've got dreams But I've got my own Maybe someday I'll hit those big city lights But I'll never forget your face On warm summer nights
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I've always wanted to sing And I've always wanted to be Somebody's idol, somebody's daydream Maybe their fantasy CHORUS