Saw your picture in the Sunday paper Bet your momma sure is proud She finally found you a real straight lacer All your dreams are really getting bu*toned down But girl you know that I know you too well Before you cut the cake before you ring that bell I'll be around around about the time you're wishing For a Friday evening with the rag top down I'll be around around like a second hand ticking In the nick of time I can make you mine If you long to feel the wind in your hair And the choices seem a little too square I'll be around, around, around I'll be around, around, around Girl you never did like vanilla You were more of the rocky road kind Hates princes and Cinderella's Gravitated to Bonnies and Clydes Girl you know I'm happy if this is it But if you ever find that the shoes don't fit I'll be around around about the time you're wishing For a Friday evening with the rag top down I'll be around around like a second hand ticking In the nick of time I can make you mine If you long to feel the wind in your hair And the choices seem a little too square I'll be around, around, around I'll be around, around, around But girl you know that I know you too well Before you cut the cake before you ring that bell I'll be around around about the time you're wishing For a Friday evening with the rag top down I'll be around around like a second hand ticking In the nick of time I can make you mine If you long to feel the wind in your hair And the choices seem a little too square I'll be around, around, around I'll be around, around, around I'll be around