Lyrics

This little fella This little guy I met at school I'm in a rock band And he plays the Flute But though it seems like He wouldn't hurt a fly (Or dare to tell a lie!) I saw him smoking pot in the schoolyard Last night Last night So I said oh What have we done with the romance? Oh, what have we done, how did we turn out? This little fella This little flute playing boy I think I'll miss him One day, one day, one day So I said oh What have we done with the romance? Oh, what have we done, how did we turn out? Oh, nothing is lost but the moment Oh, nothing that you've never seen before (Seen before!)
Writer(s): John Clifton, John Ben Tarver Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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