T.G.F.K. Songtext
von Ferry Townes

I came home crying
and you had the door unlocked for me again
I talked for hours, you were quiet
With our backs on my bed

Our TV dinner, "wow, we live here?"
Kind of conversations
The birthday letters, double headers
Underneath the blanket


I would marry you easy
But don′t you think we got lucky?
Meeting you at 18, drunk in your boyfriend's backseat
Imagine us at 63
When other boys are dead to me

You found somebody, 6′3 hottie
Like we pictured for you
I know you get it, I don't get jealous
Just got nothing to do (without you)

I was thinking maybe Friday,
You skip work and we'll start early
We′ll see how many drinks we score
Just by being flirty


I would marry you easy
But don′t you think we got lucky?
Meeting you at 18, drunk in your boyfriend's backseat
Imagine us at 63
When other boys are dead to me