Sad Theresa
On your front porch swing
The lights are twinkling bright
But nobody's home

Sweet country thing
With your dress hiked up to your knees
Waiting on a call
From faith, hope or charity

Oh, Theresa, can I come over tonight?
Can I come over, come over?
Would your mother say it's all right?
Oh, Theresa, can I come over tonight?

Ballerina on your bedroom door
Well, I know that you've got dreams but I've got my own
Whoa, maybe someday I'll hit those big city lights
But I'll never forget your face on warm summer nights

Oh, Theresa, can I come over tonight?
Can I come over, come over?
Would your mother say it's all right?
Oh, Theresa, can I come over tonight?

I've always wanted to sing
And I've always wanted to be
Somebody's idol, somebody's daydream
Maybe their fantasy
Oh, yeah

Oh, Theresa, can I come over tonight?
Can I come over, come over?
Would your mother say it's all right?

Oh, Theresa, can I come over tonight?
Can I come over, come over?
Would your mother say it's all right?
Oh, Theresa, can I come over tonight?
Yeah