Wooden walls Kitchen balls
Cricket calls are turning into night life
And there's an inch of rain on the floor
Maybe more
Tell the landlord next time
he should fix it right
Oh whoa Oh whoa
I remember I was five
sitting watching fire in the sky
When it was easier for me to feel
different 'bout the Fourth of July
And the fireworks they'd
always make me cry
Oh whoa Oh whoa
She's a market girl
She'll take it right off your hands
Water towers Summer showers
Go for hours staring at the window
And you grew up across the street
To help me sleep you said
that I should read more
Stealing people's mail
we'd run from door to door
Oh whoa Oh whoa
She's a market girl
She'll take it right off your hands
She's a market girl
She'll take it right off your hands
Oh whoa Oh whoa
Oh whoa Oh whoa
Oh whoa Oh whoa
Oh whoa Oh whoa
Oh whoa Oh whoa
Oh whoa Oh whoa
Oh whoa Oh whoa
Oh whoa Oh whoa
Oh whoa Oh whoa
She'll take it right off your hands
She'll take it right off your hands
She'll take it right off your hands
She'll take it right off your hands