Thing for You Thinkin’ bout you in your blue jeans: prettiest girl I’d ever seen. Mysteries of life didn’t seem so hard with you in my yard. All of the boys with their tongues hangin’ out, prayin’ for the courage to ask you out. Mysteries of life seemed so deep with you in my sleep. All the boys in the neighbourhood had a thing for you. We all denied it but we knew it was true. That kid from down the block came the closest yet, ’til he crashed his Corvette. Hangin’ around outside on a summer night: knowin’ you were out there made it right. Who’s that girl hanging’ out on the court in her short shorts? All the boys in the neighbourhood remember you. We all had our dreams; some didn’t come true. Searching for answers we didn’t know yet; those times, I won’t forget.