Letras: The Softies. Lambretta Boy.

I'd like to imagine
Your kiss is like dynamite
I didn't think
That you would call me tonight

I like you, things you do
You're mod through and through

Let's go for a ride
On your sparkly Lambretta
I'll sit you behind you
And cling to your sweater

I like you, things you do
Let's talk about The Who

It's all tight trousers
And records to you
Let's wear our parkas
And sport big hair-dos

You're only 16
But you seem so much older
I'm 25 now
And I can't get much bolder

I like you, things you do
Wish I wasn't too old for you

Lambretta boy