Boston - Babe, The Crystals

I am not from Boston

But I dream of Sunday afternoons

In Harvard square

Fingers curled in chain link fence

I battle with you from the other side

But you don’t fight fair

Caroline

You were a friend of mine

But not anymore

Now you’re just a number in my book

Kick it in

Step on the chest and break me open

Thousand-seven words

Come flooding in my head when you’re not here

Then they disappear

Secrets I have held too long

I should not be lonely when you’re gone

Something’s wrong

Caroline

You were a friend of mine

But not anymore

Now you’re just a number in my book

Caroline

Come on and take me out to the pictures

Enchantée

Ever so great to know you, see you never