Beauty queen of only 18
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else
I drove for miles and miles and wound up at your door.
I've had you so many times but somehow I want more.
I don't mind spending every day out on your corner in the pouring rain.
Look for the girl with the broken smile, ask her if she wants to stay a while.
And she will be loved. . .