My head used to swim from the perfume I smelled
My hands kind of fumbled with her white plastic belt
I’d taste her baby pink lipstick and that’s when I’d melt
She’d whisper in my ear tonight she really was mine
Get back in front, put some hair oil on
Buddy Holly was singing his very last song.
With your arms around your girl you’d try to sing along.
It felt pretty good, oh, you really had a good time.
Hot patootie, bless my soul, I really love that rock ‘n’ roll.