Transcribed by Nicola
She’s an auburn-haired girl / from a town of Spanish sand, /
and she wades through Junior High / with a radio in her hand, /
and she never talks to the country kids, /
she just moves with the times like her mother did, /
and when / she comes in the spring, /
her touch can do everything, /
`cause she wears my ring. /
Oo-ooh, / American records. /
She never looks at her watch, / ’cause time’s the clock of her heart. /
Her eyes are a million years, / she sighs like a movie star, /
and under the boardwalk by the sea, /
with my baby is where I’ll be, /
and when / she comes in the spring, /
her touch can do everything, /
`cause she wears my ring. /
Oo-ooh, / American records. /
And under the boardwalk by the sea, /
with my baby is where I’ll be, /
and when / she comes in the spring, /
her touch can do everything, /
`cause she wears my ring. /
Oo-ooh, / American records. /
`Cause she wears my ring. /
Oo-ooh, / American records. /
Oo-ooh, / American records. /
Oo-ooh, / American records. /
American records. /
American records.
