Oh, Veronica...
You can play the harmonica
And if you wanted to
We could make out, Veronica.
You're like an alligator's sweet tooth
Making my lips move
With a voice that can soothe
Telling you the hard truth
Ask her for one smooch
Making out in phone booths
Under a full moon
And she can play
The harmonica
And smokes marijuana
Oh, Veronica...
And am I the only that knows
Just where her garden grows?
And am I the only one that sees
Through her eyes and into her galaxies?
She's like a schoolboy's first love
Naked in the warm sun
Hair up in a bun,
Like she doesn't care none,
Ask her for one smooch
Making out in phone booths
Under a full moon.
And she can play the harmonica
And smokes marijuana
Oh, Veronica...
And am I the only one that sees
Through her eyes and into her galaxies?
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