How many times have I said "I love you" In the backseat of your car How many times have I seen your profile In the photo booth so far How many times have we rode our bikes To the IHOP late at night Down down the big hill by your house We watched the moon together
Some Sinatra, just for us From the tape deck late at night As the rain sprays on your face Through the window while we fight I really tried to see it your way But I was tired and it was late So I lied when I said manana 'Cause our tomorrow never came
