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.

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