kad sam ja imao 17.
opjevano u pjesmi:
Well I’ll do anything
For my sweet sixteen
Oh I’ll do anything
For little runaway child
Well, memories will burn you.
Memories grow older as people can
They just get colder
Like sweet sixteen
Oh, I see it’s clear
Baby, that you are
All through here
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
p.s.
ne moras da platis, al necem ni ja, kad budem na redu
jel? meni Cija dojavila neke rezultate, al, reko, ne igram ja taj americhki fudbal.
(al ako zafali glas, svakako glasam za te, pa to sam ozbiljno mislio)