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I remember the first time I called you up on the telephone We talked for hours about so many things You said you gotta go You gotta cook some food from your long day in the clouds You had to rest your head Sometimes I sit there, and I think of you You and little Roxanne and your trips to the moon I think I bumped my head I must be dreaming, I must be dead Oh, it hurts so good, this feeling One day, I'll come and I'll find you Sitting on your porch, doing your thing I'll be standing with a bag in my hand Hoping that you'll understand I just had to see you Little shorty Little fisherman's daughter Won't you give me a quarter? I'll put it in the juke box, and I'll play us a tune We can dance all night Doing what we think feels right Tie the boat up, let's get moving Letras de cancionesMaybe I slipped and bumped my head Maybe I'm dreaming, maybe I'm dead Oh, it hurts so good this feeling Of you Of you One day, I'll come and I'll find you Sitting on your porch, doing your thing I'll be standing with a bag in my hand Hoping that you'll understand I just had to see you I just had to see you I just had to see you I guess for now, I'll keep sailing on I'll hit the shore, find me a bar for a beer or two Maybe one day, I'll find ya there We'll catch eyes across the room From Letras Mania