Hey, Dorothea, do you ever stop and think about me?When we were younger down in the parkHoney, making a lark of the miseryYou got shiny friends since you left townA tiny screen’s the only place I see you nowAnd I got nothing but well-wishes for ya Hey, Dorothea, hiç durup beni düşünüyor musun?Parkta daha gençkenTatlım,