saw you standing there talking with Johnny reggae
down at the local hop
jeans that fitted tight, everything so right about you
thought my cork might pop
invited back to meet the starsyou got some scotch in your coke
that you might just recognise me
was my only hope
I was one of the stars and my fast car
seemed to distract you from my thinning hair
then I drove you home my hands began to roam and fumble
after we got there
you said you had no school next day
I offered to show you the sights
the next night well, we made love
were you dazzled by the lights?
you gotta stay young and beautiful if you want to be love
dnow I dream of my teen angel
sent from Heaven above
you were so young
can love be wrong