Little Pink Houses

And I fell in love all over again

Listenin’ to a rock n‘ roll station;

I met my own boy from Indiana who thought-

ain’t that America, we’re something to see baby.

Smart as a whip and head full of dreams,

I blushed, "Boy, you're gonna be president."

I’d slide next to him on the worn leather seat

when he’d pick me up in his Cadillac Brougham,

I would swim in the blue of his eyes as

he whispered in my ear pulling me closer,

"Hey darling, I can remember that you could stop a clock."

And there’s winners, and there’s losers

and I’ve lost him to all these years

But they ain't no big deal ‘cause I am still

Listenin’ to a rock n‘ roll station

and I can hear his tender promise

Little pink houses, babe, for you and me.