Bryan Elijah Smith

Lyrics

I went down to the penny arcade where I could spend my time on the games she plays.
Well I got the money & she's got it made cause I'm waistin' my days at a penny arcade.

Hold my hand and make me feel like I want to
Hold your hand and make you feel like you need

She don't know my love don't grow like money on a tree
It grows...it grows inside of me.

I think about the time I spent on you. I'd press the wrong buttons then the game was through.
But I'll take a shot & I'll take a miss. Lord, if that's a sin then give the devil my kiss.

Hold my hand and make me feel like I want to
Hold your hand and make you feel like you need

She don't know my love don't grow like money on a tree
It grows...it grows inside of me.

I'd trade this place for livin' in a car. Hell, I'd trade this place for a guitar & a bar.
Where the whiskey's so sweet it tastes like wine. And no Penny Arcade can make you feel that fine.