Crying for Barbara

The girl that I loved

Had her own special smell

It was pretty much like summer

And nights on the ocean

And the things we used to do

Were much better than boredom

And we lived in a small apartment

Where the big trucks rolled by

It was mostly on Saturdays

When we went out for dinner

The sky was full of flashlights

And our hearts were full of lust

She said: “Are you always gonna love me?”

I said: “Of course I will honey!”

And we went to the pizzeria

For some coffee and cream

And there’s always the Sundays

And we hated that day

Cause it made me feel so lonely

That I lost faith in friendship

And I get these little moods

Where I say something ugly

And Barbara starts crying

And I hated myself

She was young enough to make it

So she left in September

And she never said goodbye

Cause she ain’t sentimental

And I don’t wanna think about her

Cause it might make me crazy

And now it’s almost Christmas

And I’m crying for Barbara