permanent thing

Lyrics

here they come down my street, he's standin' there where i use to be, look at that stupid grin on his face, don't he look so out of place?, poor thing, he can't help himself, just let him have his turn, but baby, you and i both know, some gifts can't be returned, he not a permanent thing, the night we met, that's all it took, by the cigarette machine, with the babbling brook, i was lookin' at you, you were lookin' right back, got down on one knee, and made you laugh, i don't really blame you, girl, for messing with his head, i know that you'll be back before, i see that boy again, he not a permanent thing