No cameras, no lights, no stars in my eyes

And no way of getting through to you

No writing, nor call with a two-time tart

And no way to make a dream come true

Walking up the street, take a hold of my hand

Its just a postcard of the place I knew

Because ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad

Ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad

Funny little things I thought I never had

No afternoon cafe(?), missing english and math

And off to the slammin' summer coast

No waiter, no tips no movies, no scripts

And no way of getting into my post

Riding up the street take a hold of my wheel

Its just a life time and I make the most

Because ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad

Ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad

Funny little things I thought I never had



Because ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad

Ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad

Funny little things I thought I never had

No walking down the beach, no girls left to speak

And no time to mess around with a kiss

No wlaking her home, when she is feeling alone

And no time to get her under the peir

Running up the steets, you can catch us if you can

This is my lifetime and I will not fear

Because ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad

Ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad

Funny little things I thought I never had

Funny little things I thought I never had

Funny little things I thought I never had