CATHY B
Mitch Collins C.
Genre: Americana
Tempo: mid tempo
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Lyrics:
Cathy B
Verse 1
First time I saw her in those cut off jeans
Was out on the sand at Huntington Beach
Had her zipper down with the top button loose
Her a pink bikini was peeking through
Shimmied her hips, tugged those shorts to the ground
Caught me looking when she turned around
Those perfectly green eyes calling me to her
Blonde hair falling down on her Johnny Cash T-shirt
Chorus
Seventeen, summertime before senior year, in our own romantic comedy
Anything, that’s what I’d do for her, wrapped up in that living fantasy
She carved her name in me like on an old oak tree
Cathy B, she will always be a part of me, Cathy B
Verse 2
Thought I’d be lucky to steal second base
But I was hitting home runs like Willie Mays
Three months together, running wild, chasing whatever
Found a treasure trove of memories to last forever
Bridge
Ten years gone, thinking back
In a Jose Cuervo looking glass
Sitting here on my porch swing
Wishing I could go back to...(seventeen)
©2017 Bill Havens & Mitch Collins