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Bryan Adams Reckless

: I got my first real six-string Bought it at the five-and-dime Played it till my fingers bled It was the summer of '69 Me and some guys from school

Monday mornin' - it's time to get up Two cups of coffee and she runs for the bus Looks in the window and fixes her hair Nobody notices and nobody cares

Oh - thinkin' about all our younger years There was only you and me We were young and wild and free Now nothin' can take you away from me We've been

Turned on the radio Sounded like a disco Musta turned the dial for a couple of miles But I couldn't find no rock 'n roll This computerized crap ain'

You're history I ain't your kinda guy So forget about me Cause I ain't too shy to say what I'm thinkin' - hit it I got reckless baby Put you in your

I got my first real six-string Bought it at the five-and-dime Played it till my fingers bled It was the summer of '69 Me and some guys from school Had

The telephone's bin ringin' - ringin' off the wall It's your Las Vegas lawyer - another long distance call He says you get the house and the car And