She's an auburn haired girl
From a town of Spanish sand
And she whips 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 Mama did
And when she comes in the Spring
Her touch can do everything
'Cause she wears my ring
Oh, American records
She never looks at her watch
'Cause time's the clock of the heart
Her eyes who remember you're near
She sighs like a movie star
And under the boardwalk by the sea
With my baby is where I'll be
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