Текст песни Boston - Babe, The Crystals

Boston

I am not from Boston
But I dream of Sunday afternoons
In Harvard square
Fingers curled in chain link fence
I battle with you from the other side
But you don’t fight fair
Caroline
You were a friend of mine
But not anymore
Now you’re just a number in my book
Kick it in
Step on the chest and break me open
Thousand-seven words
Come flooding in my head when you’re not here
Then they disappear
Secrets I have held too long
I should not be lonely when you’re gone
Something’s wrong
Caroline
You were a friend of mine
But not anymore
Now you’re just a number in my book
Caroline
Come on and take me out to the pictures
Enchantée
Ever so great to know you, see you never