Merry-Go-Round - Steve Wynn, Polar

I met her on a Sunday

By the merry-go-round

Got a yellow Ford Saturn

And then we rolled out of town

That’s what I say

Yeah, that’s what I say

On the New Jersey Turnpike

When I asked her name

She wrote it in the frost

On the windowpane

I don’t believe in love

And I’m too tired for lust

She had a way of saying nothing

That I really could trust

On the day they make this song

Into a Hollywood picture

I think I’ll throw a few jokes

Into the mixture

That’s what I say

Yeah, that’s what I say