Accused of Love

It was summer. I learned your number.

She's a complex kid

And he's always been so hard to get around

But they never leave each other with a shadow of a doubt

There's something lucky about this place

There's something good coming

And we're thinking about mama

About the kids, the life we lived

And the things we did

How mama never caught a break

And how we'd pay for our mistakes

But I know that look on your face

There's always something good coming

I'm gonna knock on wood

I'd like to love you baby