Tandem Bike

Ain’t those girls down on Magazine making themselves a scene
Dolled up in porcelain just like the magazines
Ain’t they so fancy but ain’t they got nothing to say
We don’t mean to be mean
We just ain’t that kind
We’d rather get lost
Just to see what we’d find
And we’ll ride around uptown on my tandem bike
I’ll buy some records, and you’ll buy some wine
'll put on a song that I think you might like
Then we’ll drink till we can’t tell the day from the night
Oh its you, darling, its you
That I’d like to stumble into
Darling its you, darling, its you
That I’d like to stumble into
Ain’t those boys on the balcony making themselves a scene
Smoking their cigarettes just like the magazines
Ain’t they so fancy, but ain’t they got nothing to say
We don’t mean to be mean
We just ain’t that kind
We’d rather get lost
Just to see what we’d find
And we’ll ride around uptown on my tandem bike
We’ll find that guy we met last Fourth of July
I’m sure he’ll have something that we’ll want to try
We’ll make a rope out of blankets and climb out of our minds
Oh its you, darling, its you
That I’d like to stumble into
Oh its you, darling, its you
That I’d like to stumble into