Tina

Summertime; there's only you and me around Let's go down to the ice-cream parlour You and me were meant to be The teenage queens of the seven seas But dreams of ice-cream will always hold you down Money talks; it whispers secrets in your ear And you can hear the rippling of his wallet Tina don't be foolish He's just lying through his golden grin To him you're just another ice-cream girl When you smile, you force your muscles to unlock And when you knock, the door will always open Johnny leaves and Steve drops by A steady flow of flashy guys The dream has melted so what are you gonna do now