I didn’t get invited to the prom/Debra Jean

One thing I know is true
I need a little girl like you
So I can stop hanging around
So I can stop making that downtown trip
You know, it's starting to get old
If you know what I mean

You can scream and shout, and it'll be fine
Keep me in bed all day and blow my mind
You can hold me tight and rattle my brain
And you can kiss me and drive me insane
Give me funny little shivers up and down my spine
When we kiss each and every time

What I'm thinking and doing never seem to work out
They're always two different things, you know
Open up your eyes and see
That you're the only girl for me

Oh, Debra Jean, baby, you'rе my queen
And queens don't seem to speak
To guys like me, a-whoo-ee
I was mеant for you, and you were meant for me
Oh, Debra Jean, baby, you're my queen
And queens don't seem to speak
To guys like me, a-whoo-ee
I was meant for you, and you were meant for me

One thing I know is true
I need a little girl like you
Someone to stay with me and stick by my side
And someone I can call my little butterfly
Well, give me funny little shivers up and down my spine
When we kiss each and every time

What I'm thinking and doing never seem to work out
They're always two different things, you know
Open up your eyes and see
That you're the only girl for me

Oh, Debra Jean, baby, you're my queen
And queens don't seem to speak
To guys like me, a-whoo-ee
I was meant for you, and you were meant for me...