Down The Lane

Well, I’m number five.
And she’s number nine.
Walking down the lane
Where I live.
And I’m number one.
I’m gonna have my fun.
But the way she’s got to give.
And I hardly know sometimes if she sees me As a ___.
Give me just one more chance,
I’ll be beating at her door.
Well, I’ve been alone.
And I’ll take you home,
But my bedroom smells like __.
I could take you out.
It would be my shout.
But you’ll find that I’m no fun.
And I hardly know sometimes,
But I wonder «Is it love?»
Give me just one last chance.
I need her.
I need her.
Love, love, love, love.
Try to be her 'steady',
But I don’t think she’s ready enough.
And I hurt myself for reasons
I can’t explain.
And I’ve watched her changing seasons,
Down the lane.
Down the lane.
Down the lane.
Down the lane.
Down the lane.
I know that you don’t want me, baby.
I don’t care.
Ooooh.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I was number one.
I was number one.
I was number one.
I was number one.
I was number one.