69/ Along comes a dance song

The miracle of being sixteen,
the sun shines down,
The radio filled the room,
I think back to my memory of her.
The streets came to your door,
now no longer there.

Along comes a dance song,
sounds like the last one.
The best things just happen, they’re not planned;
it’s being kissed as I kissed you that’s beautiful.
I remember these things,
the hill top view.