Show us off to all your friends. We're the trophy boys. From here to with and when. We break and break your dreams up. . Keeping us a secret. We're the back pocket believers.
Hey kid, you've got a lot of potential. But I think its time to move up. So go on and blow us away with your sound. . Now you're everything that we've come to love.
Lipstick has a way of leaving more than just a mark on my sheets. Coloring my senses cherry red, at least for this week. Kisses under starry night skies, talked about in song.
Well, you're a long walk from my street. And I'm dying in this summer heat. I hope like hell you're waiting, waiting. . Everybody's living like they're crazy in love.