Some Sinatra

How many times have I said "I love you"
In the backseat of your car
How many times have I seen your profile
In the photo booth so far
How many times have we rode our bikes
To the IHOP late at night
Down down the big hill by your house
We watched the moon together

Some Sinatra, just for us
From the tape deck late at night
As the rain sprays on your face
Through the window while we fight
I really tried to see it your way
But I was tired and it was late
So I lied when I said manana
'Cause our tomorrow never came