Sad Theresa

On your front porch swing

The lights are twinkling bright

But nobody's home

Oh sweet country thing

With your dress hiked up to your knees

Waiting on a call

From faith, hope or charity

CHOURS

Oh Theresa, can I come over tonight

Can I come over, come over

Would your mother say its alright

Oh Theresa, can I come over tonight

Ballerina

On your bedroom door

Well I know that you've got dreams

But I've got my own

Maybe someday

I'll hit those big city lights

But I'll never forget your face

On warm summer nights

CHORUS

I've always wanted to sing

And I've always wanted to be

Somebody's idol, somebody's daydream

Maybe their fantasy

CHORUS

Oh Theresa can I come over tonight?