"Thinking About You" as written by and David Katz Sam Hollander....
You were a hard faced kid
That was new on the block
And a lone life force
That nobody could stop
You had a mind of black and gold
And every shade in between
You were a paper back boy
With a slate so clean
So come on
So come on
You were my heart shaped queen
On your way to school
You were a paper back girl
Back before it was cool
You were a bird shot down
With you feathers all red
With your face turned up
And your arms outstreched
Now come on
Now come on
That was new on the block
And a lone life force
That nobody could stop
You had a mind of black and gold
And every shade in between
You were a paper back boy
With a slate so clean
So come on
So come on
You were my heart shaped queen
On your way to school
You were a paper back girl
Back before it was cool
You were a bird shot down
With you feathers all red
With your face turned up
And your arms outstreched
Now come on
Now come on
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You were a hard faced kid - tough, frowning; unhappy.
That was new on the block - new kid.
And a lone life force
That nobody could stop - ^ lonely, no friends.
You had a mind of black and gold
And every shade in between - ^ like the saying 'seeing things in black and white.
You were a paper back boy - my thoughts is like you liked paper back books, no electronics. you're old fashioned, basically.
With a slate so clean - good kid. don't get into trouble. innocence.
So come on
So come on
You were my heart shaped queen - you were the queen of school; popular. queen of love, all the guys want you.
On your way to school - you're on your way to where you rule
You were a paper back girl
Back before it was cool - ^ you were old fashioned before it was cool to be.
You were a bird shot down - you were a dreamer, but all your dreams were shot down.
With your feathers all red - feathers are red, as in they're red with blood. or the dreams you have. they're spilling out of you.
With your face turned up
And your arms outstreched - ^ you wish to be a bird again, a dreamer. you look to the sky and hold your arms out wishing you could fly.
Now come on
Now come on
Just my thoughts, they might be completely wrong. After all nobody really knows what a song is about except the writer himself. xx