Steve Wynn - Merry-Go-Round текст песни

I met her on a Sunday
By the merry-go-round
Got a yellow Ford Saturn
And then we rolled out of town

That's what I say
Yeah, that's what I say

On the New Jersey Turnpike
When I asked her name
She wrote it in the frost
On the windowpane

I don't believe in love
And I'm too tired for lust
She had a way of saying nothing
That I really could trust

On the day they make this song
Into a Hollywood picture
I think I'll throw a few jokes
Into the mixture

That's what I say
Yeah, that's what I say