Songtext von Cruising

Cruising with amapola Coming through my rolls' radio Down main street, through melrose And down to the boardwalk Looking for the last mark 'fore the unknown No fooling They all did make their bed Cruising with lovely amapola Telling me she loves me so Can any centenarian authentically recall a time Where they felt anything at all? I thought not, I know not, not me sir, no, no sir, not me Useless begging A left turn to the docks Our man works day and night That's all son Always another, always one more Another dance, another swing Another night, another fling Another race, anothеr scene Another timе, another theme Cruising with amapola Telling me: Please don't go One last score, one last hit One last thrill, one last miss One last rush, one last go One last try for the late night show Amapola, amapola, how I long to hear you say I love you