Written, performed and drawn by Brett Farkas
Drums by Garrit Tillman
Bass by Cookieman
Mixed and Mastered by Ben Tolliday
Thank you to AEA Mics and JW Restoration
credits
released November 8, 2019
Sometimes I stand outside her gate
To hear her play the bass real late
I think of all the times we had
I'm wondering if some boyfriend's there
Well, I know that he must love those sweet, sweet lines
and the red lips, baby! They look oh! so fine
He's a lucky guy to stare in those deep, deep eyes,
Yes, I'm missin' Marissa, wishin' she were still mine
Sometimes I wait outside your place
To hear you play the bass real late
I'm sorry for the things I've done
I'm such a bum to run like a kid
You used to always pick up the telephone
Maybe now I'm calling when your boyfriend's home
Gotta get you into my life, just like Paul
Yeah, missin' Marissa drives me up a wall
Certain boys send you dirty pictures
Other guys lift a lot of weight
My friend, Jonny's always lurking and leering
Desmond's inquiring when you're appearing
Oh! what have I got to do?
cuz I just can't play it cool!
the third verse, it's sorta same as the first
Sometimes I wait outside your gate
To hear you play the bass real late
I think of all the times we had
I'm wondering if some boyfriend's there
Well, I know that he must love those sweet, sweet lines
and the red lips, baby, and the serious thighs
Such a lucky guy to stare in those deep, deep eyes
Yes, I'm missing Marissa wishing she were still mine
Yeah, I'd die just to stare in those deep, blue eyes
Yes, I'm missing you, Marissa, and wish that you were still mine
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