Bruce Springsteen - Cynthia lyrics
[Bruce Springsteen - Cynthia lyrics]
Cynthia, when you come walkin' by
You're an inspiring sight
Cynthia, you don't smile or
Say "Hi!", but baby, that's alright
'Cause I don't need to hold
You or taste your kiss
I just like knowin', Cynthia
You exist in a world like this
Cynthia, when you pass it seems
Like this whole town drops
Cynthia, maybe it's just me, baby
And these fools stuck here
Punchin' this clock
Well you give us a reason to
Stop just for a while
To stop, stand and, baby, salute your style
Well now you ain't the finest
Thing I'll never have
And when you go, the hurt you leave, baby
It ain't so bad
There ain't a man in this whole
Town who'd say you ain't fine
You hear them guys talkin', tell me baby
Do you mind? Well you make us happy, honey
When we feel sad
To see something so good in a world gone bad
There's still Cynthia
Cynthia, no one knows your number
No one knows where you live
Cynthia, I wonder do you understand
This strange thing you give? Well baby
Is it your style? The mystery in your smile?
Or just how cool you walk
In a world gone wild?
Tell me if you will, Cynthia
Well I gotta be pretty naive
To believe in you
I know you ain't ever gonna
Be my dream come true
That's alright, I got other dreams
As good as you, cynthia
Yeah now baby, now this ain't no come-on
Just walk on, Cynthia, walk on
You make me holler, yeah, yeah, alright
I said yeah, yeah, alright
Well she's a yeah, yeah, alright
You're an inspiring sight
Cynthia, you don't smile or
Say "Hi!", but baby, that's alright
'Cause I don't need to hold
You or taste your kiss
I just like knowin', Cynthia
You exist in a world like this
Cynthia, when you pass it seems
Like this whole town drops
Cynthia, maybe it's just me, baby
And these fools stuck here
Punchin' this clock
Well you give us a reason to
Stop just for a while
To stop, stand and, baby, salute your style
Well now you ain't the finest
Thing I'll never have
And when you go, the hurt you leave, baby
It ain't so bad
There ain't a man in this whole
Town who'd say you ain't fine
You hear them guys talkin', tell me baby
Do you mind? Well you make us happy, honey
When we feel sad
To see something so good in a world gone bad
There's still Cynthia
Cynthia, no one knows your number
No one knows where you live
Cynthia, I wonder do you understand
This strange thing you give? Well baby
Is it your style? The mystery in your smile?
Or just how cool you walk
In a world gone wild?
Tell me if you will, Cynthia
Well I gotta be pretty naive
To believe in you
I know you ain't ever gonna
Be my dream come true
That's alright, I got other dreams
As good as you, cynthia
Yeah now baby, now this ain't no come-on
Just walk on, Cynthia, walk on
You make me holler, yeah, yeah, alright
I said yeah, yeah, alright
Well she's a yeah, yeah, alright