We grew up not far from here

An oaky street, the country air

Porch lights, breezy nights

Dreaming dreams of that girl so right



Stand by her window when, the moon would rise

And put her to bed, with my eyes

Climbed a tree to get a better view

I loved the girl, I never really knew



She's the talk of the town (This town, this town)

Talk of the town (This town, this town)



White lace, the sun would shine

Her Easter suit, pretending she was mine

On holidays we'd meet in church

At the sign of peace, for her I'd search





She worked in town, at the five and dime

And I'd dig for change, so I could stay in line

My knees would shake, when I thought I'd meet her

Cherry cola, palm sweating fever



She's the talk of the town (This town, this town)

Talk of the town (This town, this town)



We grew up not far from here

An oaky street, the country air

Porch lights, breezy nights

Dreaming dreams of that girl so right



Older now, moved and gone

I think of her, and what went wrong

It seemed so right, It's just as well

She was twice my age, when I was twelve



She's the talk of the town (This town, this town)

Talk of the town (This town, this town)

Talk of the town (This town, this town)