Sad Theresa

Sad Theresa On your front porch swing The lights are twinkling bright But nobody's home Oh sweet country thing With your dress hiked up to your knees Waiting on a call From faith, hope or charity CHOURS Oh Theresa, can I come over tonight Can I come over, come over Would your mother say its alright Oh Theresa, can I come over tonight Ballerina On your bedroom door Well I know that you've got dreams But I've got my own Maybe someday I'll hit those big city lights But I'll never forget your face On warm summer nights CHORUS I've always wanted to sing And I've always wanted to be Somebody's idol, somebody's daydream Maybe their fantasy CHORUS Oh Theresa can I come over tonight?