Be With You

Hey, pretty baby, come down to the soc-hop
All tuned up, electric blue
You'll ride around the block -- you'll knock their socks off
I wanna be with you

Two steps back in public places
No hands held upon The Tube
We will never speak of marriage
But I wanna be with you

Hey, rich baby, come down: let's get fucked up
On cheap beer and Yeungling brews
I know my pedigree will reveal a problem
I wanna be with you

Outta my league - I am not stupid
Your family won't accept the truth
I can't even drive your carriage
But I wanna be with you

Money talks and I am speechless
When will my heart get a clue?
We can't ever speak of marriage
But I wanna be with you

Girl, I wanna be with you



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Tulloch
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