Из альбома: West Textures
Deep in the pocket of an old sport coat jacket
I chanced to discover an old memory
Three-for-a-quarter, a black-and-white portrait
Taken of Jennifer Johnson and me
I'm in the corner, my shirt collar open
Like some Latin lover on late-night TV
Smilin' right there with her head on my shoulder
It's Jennifer Johnson, she's lookin' at me
It must have been Summer, Nineteen Sixty-seven
The Beatles were singin' "Love is all you need..."
I held her hand as we walked through the Arcade
Two young believers on a three dollar spree
Three-for-a-quarter, a black-and-white portrait
Jen closed the curtain so no one can see
Hey, Kiss Me Quick because the red light is flashin'
Flashin' on Jennifer Johnson and me
Waiting on that late-night train back to Homewood
I felt her warmth in the cool evenin' breeze
Told her I'd probably love her forever
Forever for Jennifer Johnson and me
Three-for-a-quarter, a black-and-white portrait
Jen closed the curtain so no one can see
Hey, kiss me quick because the red light is flashin'
Flashin' on Jennifer Johnson and me
Three-for-a-quarter, a black-and-white portrait
Two young believers on a three dollar spree
I saved your picture in my sport coat pocket
Jennifer Johnson, did you save one of me?