Sam Cooke Teenage Sonata
Oh, whoa, oh, oh...
Here, here in the moonlight
Hold me while I sing to you
My teenage sonata of my love
Eternally true
It's written and
Filled with devotion
From deep in my heart
And with my teenage sonata
Comes a prayer
That we'll never part
And as long as we love
It will stay
Oh, we'll hear it
On our wedding day
Oh, whoa, oh, oh...
My, my, my, my, my
My lips, my lips
Can only kiss you
They, they can't explain
How you make me feel
But my teenage sonata
Will tell you
That my love is real
My love is real, oh, oh
My, my, my, my
My love is real, oh...
