A.L.O.
Brown suede shoes and corduroys
Greasy hair not out of choice
Trying hard to blend in with the boys
Standing in the corner of the room
He would see her every Friday night
Watching all the guys hold her so tight
Looks in her eyes
But she doesn't even know his name
He would give her just anything
To hear her voice
To hear her sing
"I love you"
Climbing mountains so high
He won't give in
Risk the thin thread of life
To find his dream
There is no turning back
In the face of attack
Looking for the key of her heart
She's the reason of his dreams
Heroine to his pirate king
Marylin to his Jimmy Dean
Swept away to the sound of violins
Friday night and it's all for real
She don't know just how he feels
Maybe this could be her lucky day
He would give her just anything
To hear her voice
To hear her sing
"I love you"
Climbing mountains so high
He won't give in
Risk the thin thread of life
To find his dream
There is no turning back
In the face of attack
Looking for the key of her heart
A.L.O.
Zapatos de gamuza marrón y pana
Pelo grasiento no por elección
Tratando de encajar con los chicos
Parado en la esquina de la habitación
Él la vería cada viernes por la noche
Viendo a todos los chicos abrazarla tan fuerte
Mira en sus ojos
Pero ni siquiera sabe su nombre
Él le daría cualquier cosa
Para escuchar su voz
Para escucharla cantar
"Te amo"
Escalando montañas tan altas
Él no cederá
Arriesgando el fino hilo de la vida
Para encontrar su sueño
No hay vuelta atrás
Ante el ataque
Buscando la llave de su corazón
Ella es la razón de sus sueños
Heroína de su rey pirata
Marylin de su Jimmy Dean
Arrastrado por el sonido de los violines
Viernes por la noche y todo es real
Ella no sabe cómo se siente él
Quizás este podría ser su día de suerte
Él le daría cualquier cosa
Para escuchar su voz
Para escucharla cantar
"Te amo"
Escalando montañas tan altas
Él no cederá
Arriesgando el fino hilo de la vida
Para encontrar su sueño
No hay vuelta atrás
Ante el ataque
Buscando la llave de su corazón