Saw your picture in the Sunday paper,
Bet your momma sure is proud
She finally found you a real straight lacer
All your dreams are really getting buttoned down

But girl you know that I know you too well
Before you cut the cake before you ring that bell

I’ll be around around about the time you’re wishing
For a Friday evening with the rag top down
I’ll be around around like a second hand ticking
In the nick of time I can make you mine
If you long to feel the wind in your hair
And the choices seem a little too square
I’ll be around, around, around
I’ll be around, around, around

Girl you never did like vanilla
You were more of the rocky road kind
Hates princes and Cinderella’s
Gravitated to Bonnies and Clydes

Girl you know I’m happy if this is it
But if you ever find that the shoes don’t fit

I’ll be around around about the time you’re wishing
For a Friday evening with the rag top down
I’ll be around around like a second hand ticking
In the nick of time I can make you mine
If you long to feel the wind in your hair
And the choices seem a little too square
I’ll be around, around, around
I’ll be around, around, around

But girl you know that I know you too well
Before you cut the cake before you ring that bell

I’ll be around around about the time you’re wishing
For a Friday evening with the rag top down
I’ll be around around like a second hand ticking
In the nick of time I can make you mine
If you long to feel the wind in your hair
And the choices seem a little too square
I’ll be around, around, around
I’ll be around, around, around

I’ll be around