We grew up not far from here 

An oaky street, the country air 

Porch lights, breezy nights

Dreaming dreams of that girl so right



Stand by her window when, the moon would rise 

And put her to bed, with my eyes 

Climbed a tree to get a better view 

I loved the girl, I never really knew



She's the talk of the town (This town, this town)

Talk of the town (This town, this town)



White lace, the sun would shine

Her Easter suit, pretending she was mine 

On holidays we'd meet in church 

At the sign of peace, for her I'd search 





She worked in town, at the five and dime 

And I'd dig for change, so I could stay in line 

My knees would shake, when I thought I'd meet her 

Cherry cola, palm sweating fever



She's the talk of the town (This town, this town)

Talk of the town (This town, this town)



We grew up not far from here 

An oaky street, the country air 

Porch lights, breezy nights 

Dreaming dreams of that girl so right



Older now, moved and gone 

I think of her, and what went wrong 

It seemed so right, It's just as well 

She was twice my age, when I was twelve



She's the talk of the town (This town, this town)

Talk of the town (This town, this town)

Talk of the town (This town, this town)