Shes got this pink white shirt, a ball and chain for me But I know I don't get around She's got everything there, her hair, it floats on air But I know that nothing is free So c'mon, so c'mon We can get out on that floor, c'mon, c'mon We'll get down, down to a town where it's hot And times goes tick tock on a clock Where you were my best friend Will you still hold my hand? She's got these pink panties that everyone can see Laughing while she's asking me about my bed sheet spread About the things she'll see, about the drinks I drink Will you hold my hand?