Marc Ispa** - The Fifties lyrics

I've stowed away everything In boxes and old spaces Trying to keep my senses The only place i want to be Is listening to elvis in the front seat Faking a life in the fifties It's not that i lied It's just hard to say that i tried Ohh... I just think that it's about time That i stopped Falling for every beautiful set of brown eyes Just like your brown eyes The only place i want to be is listening To elvis in the front seat Faking a life in the fifties Ohh... I just think that it's about time that i stopped Falling for every beautiful set of brown eyes Just like your brown eyes Just like your brown eyes Just like your brown eyes