Transcribed by nicola She's an auburn-haired girl / from a town of spanish sand, / And she wades through junior high / with a radio in her hand, / And she never talks to the country kids, / She just moves with the times like her mother did, / And when / she comes in the spring, / Her touch can do everything, / 'cause she wears my ring. / Oo-ooh, / american records. / She never looks at her watch, / 'cause time's the clock of her heart. / Her eyes are a million years, / she sighs like a movie star, / And under the boardwalk by the sea, /
With my baby is where i'll be, / And when / she comes in the spring, / Her touch can do everything, / 'cause she wears my ring. / Oo-ooh, / american records. / And under the boardwalk by the sea, / With my baby is where i'll be, / And when / she comes in the spring, / Her touch can do everything, / 'cause she wears my ring. / Oo-ooh, / american records. / 'cause she wears my ring. / Oo-ooh, / american records. / Oo-ooh, / american records. / Oo-ooh, / american records. / American records. / American records.